Our day

You never know which toddler you will get when you take them out, Dr Jekyll or the evil Mr Hyde.

This weekend (with a fear of sounding smug) Dr Jekyll put on the performance of his her life and I became one of “those” moms. You know the kind. The one you look at with envy wondering how they got so lucky to have such a well-behaved child.

I (for once) was the mother of the child that wasnt crying, pitching a fit or throwing a tantrum. I had the child that made motherhood look a breeze and parenting totally effortless.
(Note to reader: On a bad day she, like most toddlers, could make any wanna be parent sterile.)

I suppose every dog toddler has their day and not EVERYDAY is filled with battle of wills, stand offs and hard times. There are days that are just awesome and memorable. Saturday was OURS. It was a simple day that I will treasure and hold in my heart for a long time.
I got to ENJOY my child as she held my hand while riding the escalator and saw fountains for the first time.

These are the moments that make me fall in love with my child. These are the moments that completely override any bad days we have had and make me look forward to making so many more memories with her. It also makes me feel a little sad, knowing that these times will pass so quickly and that the rush of seeing fountains shooting to the ceiling and rides on escalators wont last for long.

That being said, just for shits and giggles, she ended up with a fever on Saturday night. *Sigh* Murphy YOU SUCK!

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One thought on “Our day

  1. Edih says:

    C’est la vie ,A

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