Isaac loves playing in the dishwasher.
The second I have that thing open, he is there; playing in any soap residue, grabbing out silverware, throwing dishes, and standing on the open lid to reach my coffee pot.
So, yesterday when I started unloading it, I was surprised that Isaac ignored me and kept playing in the living room.
“Oh,” I thought “this is niiiice! I can get all these dishes put away in about a minute without a baby messing with them!”
a millisecond later:
“Oh…this is kind of sad! My baby is growing up! Some day I will always be able to put away the dishes without a baby throwing them across the room and then the days of having him in my business won’t seem like a big deal at all. WAAAH! I miss him! MY BABY!”
Then I turned around from the cupboard and saw him
and instantly thought “Oh, Isaac! Get out of there! Can’t I even put away dishes without having kids messing with them?!”
Isn’t that motherhood for you?