Dear Reese,
Your bathwater is coppery orange, but it’s good to be home after two nights away. Cappi says (whne I call him) that the water color is probably from mineral buildup when the power was out for 30 hours. We let the water run, and it gets clearer.
Before bathtime, you broke into the snack cabinet while I read the Northern Door Recreational brochure — a new aquatics center is opening up in January and I’m engrossed. When I look down, you have a Ritz cracker in your mouth and are gesturing for me to open the Cheerios. I do, and pour you a little bowl. Then they go all over the floor. By the time you tell me you’re all done with this evening snack of floor Cheerios, I walk away from the mess feeling very much like a toddler mom.
A social media mom said to remember kids three and younger are like raccoons. However a raccoon would behave in that situation, so will your toddler. It makes it easier to navigate. Like, don’t walk away from them with an uncapped fruit pouch because you’re pretty sure they can calmly drink it themselves while you finish getting dinner on the table. One minute later, half the fruit pouch will be all over them, the tray, and the floor. I understand why marketers aimed all those Bounty commercials at moms now.
But raccoons wouldn’t help me pick up, and you do, darling.
Love,
Mama