It’s cool that God puts us in charge of little people who become the center of our universe. Let’s admit it. We’re obsessed with our kids and love to talk about them. Nearly every day I chat with Dave, my parents, my sister, my co-workers, my friend Darlene and many others about every little thing they’re doing. I can’t help it, really. And fortunately I limit my kid conversation to the people who seem to really care. But surely there are occasions where I’m gushing about something of zero interest to the other party. Oh well. Don’t hang out with parents and grandparents unless you want to hear about potty training and tantrums. That’s what’s important from our perspective. It is scary how excited I get about clearing out their school backpacks at night to unearth a cool art project or a letter home to parents. Last night at 11:30 I was going through Charlotte’s book club brochures picking out cheap selections. I should have been in bed yet somehow could not resist doing something I find really entertaining. All things involving my kids are fun. Cannot wait for the monster party Charlotte’s invited to tomorrow. I have been talking about it for weeks. No, I don’t think I need to get a life.
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 27
This post was written by Tara on October 29, 2010