clean floors, dirty paws

I'll skip the whole, "OMG, where have I been for a month and a half," bullshit and just get to writing k?  Or do you like my self-loathing?  I thought so... Anyone who has a toddler or has ever spent time with a toddler knows that they are crazy fun, ear piercingly loud, emotional, and completely irrational.  They go from happily playing with the farm animals to biting off the goats head like a starving zombie, complete with sound effects.  You build them a nice little train track and set up a couple of houses to play with and the next thing you know they are Godzilla crushing and throwing said city to pieces. I swear sometimes I think I'm living with a split personality, Rambo and Rainman... Give an older toddler an broken cracker and you might as well break their arm too, the audacity! Awe, how sweet, Caches is playing with his blocks so nicely.  I think I'll go put the laundry away.  Three seconds later, cue blood curdling scream that makes my heart age

Caches, your downy blonde head that once only grazed the underside of the table is now inches above, eye to eye with the top.  Your once fruitless reaches to the counter are now met with treats that are hastily left too close to the edge.  Your toddling has evolved into a steady walk and a quick run.   Babbles are now words and there seem to be new ones each day.  Your world is growing and so are you.  Baby, why are you in such a hurry? You run from the rocks to the wagon and climb inside all by yourself.  "Go!" you tell me.  You wake up, greet your dad and I and then shimmy out of bed to talk to the dogs.  If I say in bed too long I hear you meowing, awaiting my heap to feel the cat. You request an egg for breakfast and without my even asking, fetch a bowl and a fork all by yourself.  "Ready!" "Eat?"  You are climbing and growing and changing each day.  Your pants are too short and your shirts show your belly button when you lift your arms.  Your hair w