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A Change in Perspective

When I became a mom a lot of things changed.  And no, I'm not just talking about my shoes size, my waist and my unending need for Diet Coke.  The way I looked at the world changed.  I became a master of ten nanosecond risk management.  "Is this floor clean enough for you to crawl on?"  "Is a fall down these steps going to be a lesson about climbing or a trip to the ER?"  "How many doors does this room have and how many are viable exit routes for you?"

And people wonder why I am so scattered brained.

I also learned to look at the world through the eyes of my Little Lady.  Puddles have become the most entertaining half hour after a rain storm.  An empty coffee can and a chopstick have become, at once, the most terrific marching tools and migraine producers.  An empty hallway in the middle of a mall can become the best playground when you are with you buddies.

A long hallway?  Nah, it's a race track, something new to explore.

Giggles and tickles make any place fun.

Hanging out on the "subway".
Or just chillin' on a step.

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  1. It's great when you catch a glimpse of the world through a child's eyes!

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  2. It's one of the many reasons I love staying at home with the LL! What a great perspective she has!

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