Just Another Day In Paradise

It is pretty funny, as a Mom you learn to know what your kid is doing without being in the same room with them. I have learned to listen and I generally know exactly what Thomas is doing by the sounds that I hear. The other day I was in one room and Tom was in another and I heard a noise that I don't hear everyday. I thought, what was that? It seemed to be a rustling sound and a bit of crunching. "Tommy?" I called, no answer.

I hustled into the kitchen and found my son in the midst of the mystery noise.

It seems that he became tall enough over night to pull things off of the kitchen table. It seems also that he wanted a Costco sized box of Cheerios to be emptied onto the floor.

He would intermittently stand and mash, mash, mash the Cheerios with this toes, then sit and munch, munch, munch. Yeah, I know, gross.

But really, and I think most mothers would agree, at the end of the day your frazzled, your house is trashed, and while you stagger about sweeping Cheerios, picking up toys, throwing in another batch of laundry, and brushing your teeth all at the same time, it has been just another day in paradise.