Sigh... toys on the floor

I have come to loath children's toys. Particularly cars and any other small items.

In the middle of the night they are extremely unpleasant as I stumble about to get a bottle ready to feed our youngest.

Why do kids make such a huge mess and never clean it up? My son knows the rules and what happens if his toys are not kept clean. He knows that mommy picks them up and they never return to the toy bin. He knows he is to clean them up when he is done playing with them.

Yet he never picks them up.

Why?!

He makes sure to clean up his messes at daycare. What makes doing the same thing at home so difficult? I am sure we will never know the answer to these questions and what posses our children to make such huge messes.

Eventually he will have no toys to play with. I just wonder how long it will take him to notice they are all gone.

The almost three year old

My adorable son will soon turn three, where in the world has the time gone. It seems like yesterday that I was bringing him home from the hospital as a newborn.

I have watched him grow and reach milestones. I have watched his personality emerge and cried tears when he has been hurt. I have wanted to take each bruise and injury on myself so he did not have to feel pain.

I have cuddled him and gave kisses when he needed them most. I have taken care of him during illnesses and times of frustrations.

He is my little man.

He is my only son.

Here I sit writing this watching him play like only little boys do. The guns, the swords and the cars and let us not forget the superheroes and light-sabers as he saves the backyard from pending doom.

He is growing way too fast.

In a few days my little man will be three.