Caleb, why???

Dear Caleb,

I have come to realize today, that you are indeed growing up. Not only your shoe size is getting bigger, your jeans are getting shorter, but you have become more and more defiant.

It was just last week you were that quiet, still little boy who went along with everything mommy said. Today, you have received your second spanking already.

I don't quite understand the things you decide to do at times--Caleb, why do you like to sit on top of Abigail on that baby rocker of hers? Don't you know you are twice her size, and that you may break her fragile bones?

Why do you like to pull out every single sheet of diaper wipes possible--and leave the wipes on your bed and tell me later that your bed is wet?

Why do you like to dump all your toys out from your toy bins at 7:00 in the morning, and decide to just leave all things where they are?

Why do you attempt to climb over Abigail's crib when the sun is yet to come out in the morning, with Abby still sound asleep, and come to me and tell me, "Mommy, Abby, wake!?"

Why do you like to put all 12 droplets of fruit snacks in your mouth, all at the same time?

I know you like to help mommy when I bathe Abby. But when Mommy has to dress Abby after her bath, why do I have to find you in her bathtub, with your clothes on, but soap all over your hands, arms and feet?



Why, Caleb, why, do you like to watch the same Elmo's World DVD 17 times, and want mommy (or daddy) to read the same OLIVIA book 34 times a day?

I want you to know, even though you are trying mommy's patience everyday, and even though there are times when mommy just wants to leave you in time-out for 10 hours long, I still love you. In fact, I am so glad you don't understand this right now--but I have to get my giggles out first before I put you to time-out every time. Also, when you smile at mommy, I can just completely forget the fact that you have just pour milk into my shoes. On purpose.

Or, I won't tell you that your daddy and I always want the other person to do the spanking, when it's needed. Because it is very difficult for both daddy and mommy to keep our faces straight when we see your little face that reads, "uh-oh. I know what is coming next."

So the next time, when mommy really loses it and asks you why you do the things you do (and actually expecting you to answer,) just smile at mommy and tell me, "la-lu (love-you.)" That would just take care of everything.

love you forever and always,
Mommy