…that my sleep patterns would be so completely interrupted.
…that I would wipe your snot with the sleeve of my shirt.
…that there would be stickers on my living room floor for weeks on end.
…that World War III would break out if I offered the “wrong” flavor of juice.
…that I would utter the words, “Don’t lick that”, “Do you have to use the potty?” or, “Maybe” so many times.
…that rainy days would make me want to cry.
…that we would waste so much food!
…that my patience would be tried each and every day in ways I never could imagine.
…that there was so much I didn’t know.
…that there would be crayon marks on our walls, Play-Doh ground into clothing and paint caked to our dining table.
…that jumping in puddles would so fun.
…that there would be so many little toy pieces to misplace, lose all together, step on, or throw over the fence our neighbor’s yard.
…that there would be master negotiation tactics used in my house on an hourly basis. Seriously, show me a man on a ledge of a highrise and I’ll get him down!
…that ice cream, M&M’s and lollipops held so much power.
…that time-outs would be as much for you as they are for me.
…that I would spend half a lunch at a restaurant (with my in laws!!) coaxing you out from underneath the table. Grrr.
…that my heart could be so full.