Friday, November 07, 2008
Forgetfulness is a marvelous thing . . .
Just like you forget the utter misery of pregnancy and the pain of childbirth, you also tend to forget just how trying life with a two-year-old (even an adorable one) can be. You also forget how much they drool. Eliza's clothes have a constant ring of wetness around her neck lately. This morning, she's been into the cat food, the computer games, the computer, the bread, the butter, the books, the clothes I'm trying to fold, the sink, the spray bottle I used to mop the floor, a rag, and probably a few other things I didn't catch her at. We have a house full of toys -- TONS of them -- but if Eliza ever played with them, I think I'd faint of surprise.