So there I was, hiding in the kitchen
eating my chocolate milk with a spoon. I'm pretty sure it's the only
way to consume chocolate milk. Any who Olivia, who is two and a half
or so, comes around the corner and sees me and says, “Coooo mom! I
wan some!” and it hit me... there are things about me that make me
a super lame adult. I say nummy. I know all the words to every Bubble
Guppies song out there. I find joy in creating a good mud castle.
And, of course, I eat chocolate milk with a spoon.
All those things aren't very cool at
all, but they do make me a pretty awesome mom. Olivia and I dance to
the TV together singing “Bu bu bubble Gu gu guppies!” We make and
eat the nummiest of deserts out there and as of yet, she hasn't
complained about me being the only one able to lick the spoon. She's
allowed to get so dirty playing in the dirt and mud you'd think she
was a homeless child, but I just know she finds that same joy in
destroying, er, creating, things from nothing. I also get the
quality, uninterrupted-by-toddler-bitching time with her while we
share spoonfuls of chocolate milk hiding away from the world in the
kitchen and I wouldn't give those moments up for the anything in this
world.
Thank you Olivia for showing me that
even though I might feel and actually BE super lame for the most part, it doesn't
matter when I have you who, at least for the time being, thinks I'm
pretty damned cooo. I love you Olive Juice.
