yesterday as i packed up my breakfast and lunch to take with me (it's easier to eat on the road some mornings), i grabbed two little bran muffins that we make for portable breakfasts and put them in a tupperware.
around the corner comes john, screaming: "my cupcake!"
i didn't even KNOW he could say cupcake! i didn't even KNOW he knew what a cupcake was!
i suppose it makes sense - he's around other kids all day, and he's watching sesame street and dora and thomas and who knows what else. but it still boggles my mind when he comes up with something like that.
and i must confess that there is a drop of bittersweetness to it - what other things did i miss, besides john learning to say cupcake?! i sometimes wish i could be with him all the time, so i could witness every little step, every little growth, every little development.
but there is a bonus to being a working mom who's NOT there every second: the little sweet surprises, like a torpedo-speed diaper-clad monkey careening into the kitchen yelling "my cupcake!" that's pretty cool, too.
around the corner comes john, screaming: "my cupcake!"
i didn't even KNOW he could say cupcake! i didn't even KNOW he knew what a cupcake was!
i suppose it makes sense - he's around other kids all day, and he's watching sesame street and dora and thomas and who knows what else. but it still boggles my mind when he comes up with something like that.
and i must confess that there is a drop of bittersweetness to it - what other things did i miss, besides john learning to say cupcake?! i sometimes wish i could be with him all the time, so i could witness every little step, every little growth, every little development.
but there is a bonus to being a working mom who's NOT there every second: the little sweet surprises, like a torpedo-speed diaper-clad monkey careening into the kitchen yelling "my cupcake!" that's pretty cool, too.
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