Today while I was talking on the phone with Dan, Dillan decided to take some artistic license and scribble all over the kitchen floor, the refrigerator, and his feet with a red marker. I was faced with some conflicting emotions as the artist in me was excited to see him so joyfully express himself with no inhibitions. But then the mother/housekeeper in me quickly realized this was bad... real bad. I knew if this wasn't cleaned up ASAP a certain father we know and love would be very upset! Dillan did the honors of scrubbing everything. Well, really it took 30 minutes as I stood over him and supervised the cleaning. We missed our trip to the grocery store, but I made my point: Art, although fun, is often messy, and must be cleaned up by the artist.
As I write this post I am accompanied by two sounds. One is of Miss Natalie Jean cooing to her stuffed animal, and the other is of Dillan babbling in his crib. What is he babbling to himself? "DON'T MOMMY!" (said with much authority), "babadehayeahya... DON'T MOMMY! NOOOO!" and a few "Cars" thrown in here and there.
I don't want to know whats going on in his little toddler brain.
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