John Deere Green
First of all, I'm going to start off being honest. I know absolutely nothing about blogging. For being as young as I am, it seems to be almost a crime to not blog or have a MySpace account, but it's true... I'm just not into the whole phase and craze of airing my personal thoughts out in the public. Blogging about myself, well it just seems weird. Now that I've warned you, a little about me.
For those who don't know me, I have two beautiful babies, I'm married and I live out in the country. I have one girl, who's almost 3 months, and one boy who's almost two. I have become quite aware of the meaning "Terrible Two's".
Now, I love my children very much, but for those of you who haven't had a child and haven't got to experience the "Terrible Two's"... consider yourself blessed. My son, Colby, is quickly approaching his second birthday (February) and the attitude that comes with it, well it's already fully developed, to say the least.
I'd like to say that when I was pregnant with my son, I prepared for motherhood as best as I could. I read books, magazines, online articles...everything I could get my hands on. I thought, I got this... I used to work in a daycare; I have a nephew and two nieces..I got this. Not one thing that I read could prepare me for this experience.
The other morning, when my husband and I were trying to get the kid's ready, nothing and I mean NOTHING, would please my son. The harder you tried, the harder he cried.
I'm also the type of mom that loves to dress her kids. Yes, I must confess, I'm THAT mom, you know the one that continuously makes sure her kids shoes match their outfits and is sliming their hair down with slobber because it wont stay flat. For a baby, that's fine; for a toddler, it doesn't work. When he chooses his own outfit, he might go to daycare in gray sweats, a blue race car shirt and John Deere Green cowboy boots. After that morning, I've learned to let him wear whatever he wants. If he wears John Deere Green cowboy boots everyday until Christmas, so be it. His feet will eventually get too big for them anyway.
For now I'm going to let him be himself and enjoy the good moments, like his plastic horse collection that occasionally lives in my fridge and listening to him sing songs of made up words. After all, someday my little boy will be all grown up.