This last month you have gone nuts. At night when me and your dad are hanging out you just go crazy. You run around and around. You run from one of our lovely new couches to the next throwing yourself on the edge and getting up and doing it again. That's when you take a break from running back and forth from the kitchen to the living room or running full speed toward your dad and flopping down on his stomach which makes him go "ugh!" every time. I don't blame you for that one kid, I think it's pretty funny too. I encourage this, the longer you run, the more you wear yourself out. I'm a fan of the running around.
You LOVE shoes. It was one of your first words and you've loved shoes for some time. You've gotten really good at putting them on too. Oh wait, no, not your shoes, our shoes. This isn't a 16-month old story, but since it's about shoes I'll include it here. You had probably been walking for a month or two and one night I woke up to the sound of footsteps on our wood floor. I asked your dad what the noise was and he said he didn't know. So, being the brave one, I got up and went out to see who/what was in our kitchen in the middle of the night. It was you. You were in the kitchen with a pair of your shoes on your hands walking along the floor. I laughed one of those laughs when you were so scared of what you'd find that you have to laugh - not to mention it was a funny sight.
So anyway, while your dad was away at a class this week we were hanging out and playing when you disappeared into our room. I figured you were up to no good because you weren't making any noise. Well, until you hit the tile anyway. Then I heard the clomp, clomp, clomp. When you came around the corner I about died. You found my (and your) favorite pair of shoes and somehow you managed to get them both on and walk. These shoes are high heels kid! You put high heels on and walked in them. Oh, and you were naked too, see?
(let all the nasty comments about how it is too cold for a kid to be naked begin)
Last night your dad was out hunting late and it was just me and you hanging out. I was ready for bed at like 7:30 but oh, not you. You were running around, flushing the toilet, throwing half a roll of toilet paper in the toilet, screaming at me when I made you leave the toilet, etc. Then you ran around with another pair of shoes on. Then you played with some actual toys, locked yourself in your room, and finally started to wind down. I was just as worn out as you by the end of it. I got you your bottle (yes, I'm a bad mom and you still have a bottle. Trust me, it is the one ticket to my sanity) and you laid down on your leopard print pillow for bed. You fell asleep fairly quickly and after transporting you to your bed with a "good night, sleep tight" and a couple kisses I went back out to the couch to finish watching my show.
Ten minutes later I went in the bathroom for my bedtime routine and when I lifted the seat on the toilet I found you'd left me one more surprise for the evening. The toothpaste was in the toilet. I fished it out and threw it away with a smile on my face for two reasons:
1) your dad just happened to buy a new tube of toothpaste while he was at his class up north and 2) somehow you always manage to leave your mark on everything you do.
Reason #2 doesn't always make me smile, but when I find the mark you've left after you've gone to bed and you are sleeping so angelically I can't help but laugh. You are one of a kind.
