Sometimes you just have to say Whatever….

Sometimes with kids you just have to say “?!?!… whatever…”

When I was pregnant with David, I had such a picturesque portrait in mind of what it was going to be like to raise a child. His nursery would be Pinterest-worthy, he would be stylin’, his toys would be just as cute as they were educational.

These are the toys that are currently my child’s favorites:

• The prepackaged croutons from Wendy’s.
• That weird spoon thing for serving pasta that we never use.
• Anything that crinkles
• (see #1)
• Plastic water bottles
• Bag of chips
• Lotion bottles. OR…
  • Shampoo bottles
  • Water bottles
  • Diaper rash ointment tubes (when he can get his hands on them).
• The kitty’s tail.
• An old shoebox
• The baby Einstein DVDs.
  • Not watching them. Pulling them out of the box. Then having mom put them back in the box. And then pulling them out again. SO fun.
• Baby shoes. Apparently they taste good.
• My cell phoneUntil the screen locks. Then it gets thrown.
• Car keys
• House keys
• Office keys
  
• Playing tug-of-war with the diaper that I would like to put on him before another “accident” happens.
  • He belly-laughs every. time.

As for the stylin’…

Today when I came home from work, David was wearing a white/brown/green t-shirt with pictures of puppies all over it accompanied by blue and black striped shorts and one sock.

And at one point I think David’s room was probably Pinterest-worthly, back when I was a nesting pre-momma. And that was probably really nice to come home to from the hospital. But that was a long time ago and a lot has happened since then…
Sometimes you just have to shake your head and say, “whatever…”