Almost Midnight

Why is inspiration so hard to find these days?  I used to be able to sit down at the computer and write for hours on end.  But now I can't even think of a starting sentence.  Has my life become so mundane as to offer nothing worth sharing?  No, that can't be true.  Life with a(n) (almost) two-year old is far from mundane.  She most definitely keeps things interesting.

For example, this morning she stole the egg carton from the counter top (luckily there were no eggs inside).  Once I noticed the burglary, I pursued her.  I saw her coming out from beside the piano (a little area she likes to stand in lately) and so I decided that was the most obvious place to look.  It was lucky I did, too, because I discovered an entire array of things she had been hiding behind the piano!  My little pack rat had a stash of cookie cutters, rolling pins, measuring cups, and who knows what else back there!

She also recently learned to do somersaults all by herself.  She will randomly pose, head down, and start rolling around.  It's mostly entertaining, except when she decides to do it on the couch or on the bed or on my lap...then I usually have to act fast to catch her before she falls head first.

My response-time has sure been improving since becoming a mother.  Seriously, who knew someone so small could move so fast!  I can't tell you how many times she books it down the sidewalk.  She's so fast I often wonder if I would even be able to catch up to her if she didn't get distracted so easily! 

As it is, there is always something to catch her attention.  Usually it's a puppy, kitty, bunny, the swimming pool, a rock, or even an ant.  Being so close to the ground, tiny little bugs must be much easier to spot because she finds them EVERYWHERE!  I was relieved today when the bugs she was trying to pick up off the floor in the living room turned out to be lint.  But hey, it made her happy.

I wonder if I could make her little lint pets.  I've heard of people making sweaters out of lint.  Why not pet insects?  She's already fascinated by the material and it's easy to get your hands on.  I could make her a little lint farm, all with different colors and she could spend all day trying to figure out how to pinch them just right to pick them up.  At least she wouldn't be squishing a real ant to its death!  I can't let her get her hands on anything if I want it to have the chance to live.  She's always trying to get a hold of the snails in our garden, but their poor little shells would be shattered.

Yes, days with a toddler are most certainly anything but relaxing.  But they sure can be fun.  Sometimes I try to remember what I did before she came into my life...but I honestly can't!  Whatever it was, as exhausted, stressed, and overwhelmed I may be most of the time, but I prefer life this way than any other.  I've gained so much understanding, appreciation for everything around me, and depth of character.  And all because of a little girl with curly locks and hobbit feet who so happened to grow inside of my tummy.

I sure am lucky :-)