Accomplished

There are days, as a mother, that I swell with pride at my child's accomplishments. A tantrum free Target trip, recitaiton of the ABC's, praying before bedtime and meals, counting to 20, and (most recently) counting to 10 in Spanish. These are some of the things that bring me joy - to see my sweet baby absorbing the things we practice and then putting them to use in his own world. Then there are days were he screams down the isles at target, fusses at dinner, hits with no sense of remose and takes his shirt off repeatedly at church dinners. I am starting to get a better handle on these moments - embracing them, recognizing they are part of the journey and his (and my) learning experiences, and shaking off the scrutiny of onlookers during such moments. Then, there are the days, when accomplishments and trials aside, he just makes me laugh. Because at the end of the day, no matter how many languages you can count in, boys will be boys - enjoy! ;) *Warning: Scantily Clad Baby