Partially eaten flip flops

Max,

I have to tell you that out of all the advice all the mothers out there gave me as a new mom, one piece of advice seemed to have bypassed me:  Having a child brings you crashing back down to earth.  For example, before you, I could easily lay my clothes out for the next day.  And, believe it or not, the next day those clothes were still hanging in the same spot, wrinkle free...stain free.  Now that you are here and extremely mobile, I feel lucky to get out of the house with clothes on....sometimes clean, sometimes with apple juice drips or slobber spots.  Before you, I could easily unload the diswasher.  Now, you enjoy climbing into the dishwasher while it's opened and pulling out all of the clean pots and pans.  We have added at least 10 minutes to unloading and putting away the clean dishes.  Before you, popping in a load of laundry was a breeze, and now you like to help by pulling out the clothes I have already put in while I turn to grab some more to load.  Once the clothes are finally in, you then stand and watch, and as soon as I've stepped away, your chubby little finger is pressing the pause button.  Who knew household chores could be so interesting. 

The bathroom routine before you: Take shower and dress, dry hair, makeup, straighten hair...pretty much it.  The bathroom routine with you: take shower whild you knock repeatedly on the door, dry hair-pause-stop you from climbing on top of the toilet-continue drying hair (while letting you pull out everything in the cabinet) pause-stop you from getting into the wet shower-continue drying hair-pause-stop you from eating the lotion-give up on drying hair for the moment.  Take you to find your juice, back to drying hair.......realize I'm never going to get my hair dried.  Stop, put on makeup, sort of straighten hair, but can't really because it's too damp...realize I have 4 minutes before I'm supposed to be somewhere--check myself in the mirror--ehh could be worse, and we roll out.  Tomorrow, as we roll out, I will be missing a chunk from my flip-flop because tonight you decided to bite a chunk off....teething.  What can I do?  Before, I would have gone and bought a new pair, but now I'm just thankful that you didn't swallow that chunk, that I found the chunk, and that your daddy has gorilla glue readily available...:)

You are too funny!  I love every second of it....even the mornings when I'm desperately trying to get ready.  For now, I'll take my damp hair, milk-stained shirts, and partially eaten flip flops...I know one day when I have clean clothes, dry hair, and whole shoes, I will miss this!!

I love you.

Mama