Just when you think you've got it all figured out...God makes your baby into a toddler.
Somebody willing to get up before the crack of dawn, cry like banshee over milk, run full force around the house all day, cry for more milk, snack all day to not eat full meals, and then lay in bed WAY past bedtime to go pee for the third time...or maybe some water.
Somebody with arms strong enough to climb up onto unimaginable item yet gentle enough to cuddle, to make tornado sized messes, continually hungry, and kiss their mommy on the cheek at the very moment that they need it.
Somebody who will drive mom so crazy that she turns to grace as much as she can, who makes her count down the hours until bedtime, and yet long to be with them the minute that they're asleep.
Somebody willing to cry at all hours of the night, wipe their tears and say "Cuddles?", to play hide-and-go-seek, to scream at the top of their lungs during tickles, who can make a cardboard box into anything, give the best hugs, and who, EVERY DAY, will fight their nap to just end up falling asleep in the weirdest place out of exhaustion.
Somebody daring enough to have attitude that requires a time-out or yelling, sweet enough to make you melt the moment they land in your arms, stop in the middle of doing something to smile at you, sneak candy and STILL try to lay on the sweetness for more, run to you the moment they see you across the room, and cry, laugh, scream, cry, and giggle all within five minutes.
Somebody who would bring together a family over their chunky thighs, loving eyes, adorable laugh, squishy cuddles, and adorable little words.
So God made a toddler...or two.
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