... your sunglasses are no longer safe, your (decaf) coffee is no longer safe, and your chips are no longer safe.
... you distinctly remember leaving your package on the counter and not in the sink.
... you forget to re-lock your cabinet locks after getting a pot or pan out and then when you go to re-lock the cabinet, you can't find the lock, you search for it, and find it... on your toddler's toy race track.
... you clean under the couch one day and find... 4 cars, the wheels to a Lego plane, a cannon ball, a shoot-able Lego cannon ball, a fire man, a bowl, and 2 goldfish crackers... and are actually surprised you didn't find more.
... the littlest person in your house takes up the most space in your bed.
... you find half of a page of a book laying around by itself.
... you find about 2382682 Cheerios, 4 goldfish crackers, and a rock hard piece of waffle in your car.
... you get a text from your husband with (the below) pictures and a message that says "What's wrong with this picture? Besides that Mason escaped his room when he should be napping, came downstairs on his own, and ripped the iPad down while it was charging. So I gathered him up, changed his diaper, laid him back down, and BOOM. Shushy (what we call time to take a nap/time for bed)"... all while your husband was outside for 5 minutes doing something on his car and your toddler was supposed to be napping (but apparently knows how to open his door AND the baby gate that is supposed to keep him in his room AND come all the way downstairs)
Regardless of the madness that goes on daily... I couldn't love him more! And can't believe that he probably can't be considered a toddler anymore in a few short days.
Do I really have to refer to him as a preschooler?!? That sounds so old!
(I'm still in denial)