I had forgotten what trouble toddlers get into on a daily basis. Having three kids already I should have remembered. I shouldn’t have been surprised by the litter of a day of play strewn across the whole house. I shouldn’t have been surprised to find measuring cups on the porch, folded laundry outside of the basket, crumbles of black dirt outside the potted plant, milky stains on all the windows. And yet I regularly found myself surprised by some new mischief she had devised. I have adjusted though, lowering expectations of tidiness, remembering that silence with a toddler isn’t golden, it’s dangerous.
I do remember that this doesn’t last and that before long I will be trying to grasp the faint memory threads of Annika when she was little. I do remember to try and live in each moment, and not wish away now for when she’s older. That’s the blessing of a little one who comes five years after the previous child. You are able to enjoy more because you aren’t overwhelmed with other babies. I thank God for our little girl blessing in our lives.