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Some moms tolerate this role, some love it, I thrive on it.
The fall months when JFP was so busy that I forgot we even had a washing machine, my heart longed to clean my house and bake bread with my favorite miniature guy. I missed being with Atticus during the day with my full attention (not waiting for nap-time so that I could edit). It's in the past month that I was reunited with the joy that a 21 month-old gets from playing with water (which he can now pronounce in the most hilarious way: "wa-or" rolling his 'R' like he's a native of Spain), stacking cans of beans, or even moving things from one place to another.
Late last week, I was sorting dry beans to prepare for a meal and Atticus became quite intrigued by what I was doing. After holding him up to the counter, 'swooshing' his hands through the beans, I could see on his face just much he was 'experiencing'. So we took the crock of beans into the living room and he played with them for easily twenty minutes. There's nothing like watching a child experience something for the first time... there's just this intrigue of the new feelings and the 'processing' of it all. LOVE!
