We do a lot of this lately.
He runs, I chase. Him laughing all the way to mortal peril, or at the very least bodily harm.
You wouldn't think that keeping up with a chubby cheeked, slightly sticky toddler would be that hard, I mean he's a fat little midget for pity's sake. I should be able to handle that. Except he's a fat little midget with lightning speed and evasion tactics worthy of a Bond film. You turn your attention away for a second before strapping him into his seat and he'll slither out of your grasp and make a bee line for the middle of the parking lot to do a chicken dance of death with oncoming traffic and shopping carts gone rouge. You streak after him only narrowly avoiding a confrontation with the cart rack yourself, just in time to scoop the boy up unharmed (and finding this all hilarious by the way) but not without winning the disapproving gaze of the old lady in a Buick staring you down with her judgmental cataracts and support hosed snobbery.
Ah the perils of toddler independence.
I'd be a lot more annoyed with this type of behavior if there wasn't something overwhelmingly fantastic about it. Watching him run away from me as fast as his chubby legs can move evokes this feeling of pride and accomplishment (aside from the panic) because holy freaking moly I MADE THOSE CHUBBY LEGS, and look at all of that perfection working in harmony together!
In my church, we are taught much about our purpose in this life and if ever I have felt closer to fulfilling the divine measure of my creation, it would be thanks to that crazy little boy.
He is a masterpiece if I do say so myself.
Now if only I can keep him away from traffic...
p.s. it is my birthday in 6 days, just so you know
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He is the cutest! It's a whole different ball game when they start walking.
p.s. Love the new look! (is it new, or have I not been here for a while?)
This all sounded so familiar...
I am loving on this blog post missy!
That little midget is adorable! You're such a good mommy and a wonderful example for me. Much love.
Yeah, mine does the same thing all the time. Yesterday she gave me a heart attack by disapppering at the store for about a minute. Holy heart attack! She has a mind of her own!
Future NFL runningback maybe?
I seriously want to eat this kid.
I think it's in the genes. He had to get it from someone...
Love that little guy.
Plus- Livi can say his name now. Not on demand- but we're working on it.
He is just PERFECT! I can't wait for us to be in-laws.
Brit, that is awesome considering he won't even do it himself. Miss you, love my hooter.
thoroughly enjoyed this post. "support-hose snobbery" hahaha.
ps- u never answered the questions- "what do u want for your birthday?"
It's totally cute now...but you just wait until he's 2 or 3. Not so cute then. Then it will make you want to pull your hair out as he's running and hiding in the clothing racks in target. Personal experience? Maybe.
"judgmental cataracts and support hosed snobbery."
HA! Love it.
You just described my life with Derick. All of it. Except the "I made those legs" part. Cause I paid for them, instead.
Aww Kalli I love your blog so much
Love it. Love him. Love you.
Lol...I totally love the support hose snobbery...no wait, I don't. How can people who are mothers have forgotten so quickly how you blink an eye and all of the sudden they are across the room and have a black eye and are screaming...I certainly haven't forgotten... it happened yesterday! good times, man.
so FUNNY!
thank you for that (reminds me to laugh while I'm huffing away chasing after my naughty toddler)
Speaking of warm fuzzies...
LOVE this post. Perfection. Happy birthday soon!
Love that chubby little thing...and I have only one word for you.....TWINS! :)
You rock. I love you, and I love your off-spring.
I love this post! I feel equal amounts of frustration and awe at the independence of my little girl.
HOLY MOLEY Kalli!
First of all I am IN LOVE with your blog. Where HAVE I been (Tawny Thomas told me about it)?
Second, I laughed so hard during this post that I cried (and peed a little).
Thanks for being so awesome and for sharing your gift of saying (writing)it just the way things just the way they need to be said.
Third, I miss you every Sunday when I look up in RS and you are NOT there.
I'm glad I now have this awesome blog to keep up!
Running after my little guy while he laughs all the way. Must be a one year old thing. So independant.
Loved this post.
If there ever is a purpose in life, I agree. Motherhood is it.
I laughed out loud on this post. Especially on the little old lady in the Buick. Thanks Kalli!
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