Why it's good to give up.

After the kids go off to school in the morning, Sammy has become quite demanding. Nothing is right. Nothing is good enough and Mama MUST hold Sam all morning. It's quite frustrating when all I really need to do is get the dishes washed and the laundry going before sister is back from Kindergarten.

"Mama! Mama! MAMA!! Wah!"

All.

Morning.

Long.

*sigh*

So when it was another particularly frustrating morning last week, what's a Mama to do but give her baby a not-so-good-for-him-but-he-loves-the-cream cupcake and take pictures of the little monster and realize he's not so bad. Actually still pretty cute. And when did he get so big??

This little boy thinks he's a big kid and often sits himself at the table. When I am busying myself around the kitchen making something for the kids to eat, he runs to the table and climbs on the chair quickly claiming stake before the real big kids get there but this morning, I had to coax him to the table where I produced the creamy goodness.

Being the good Mama I am, I ate the frosted top and left him with the creamy goodness that he loves so much.

Which he happily ate one finger full at a time until the cream was all gone and the cupcake he smashed one fist full at a time.

And then I marvelled that even though he is so big, he is still so little.

And since I was ignoring the housework (easily done) and we were having fun taking pictures, I let him play with the salt and called it sensory play.

And loved his fat fingers and round cheeks and concentration.

And in the end, it made one happy baby, one happy mama and one sink of dishes still left undone.