Mr Saunchy

Our home is currently ruled by a tiny red headed dictator we like to call Mr Saunchy. 

Soren went through a hardcore peanut butter and jelly sandwich phase recently. It was matched only by the strawberry phase. He put the two together and refers to both a sandwich and a strawberr yas a "saunchy" and he demands saunchies any time he is hungry. 

We're still adjusting to being the only two people home during the day and both feel a little list without the full crew to bark our orders at. Who is in charge when it's only the rooster baby and the mother at home? 

We've gotten several little projects finished up this week, Mr Saunchy and I. Artwork and mirrors and some curtains are finally going up, my collection of hooks is finally in the guest bath, and I'm getting ready to paint the guest room. Soren sat on the sink and at the top of the step ladder and played with a box of screws and nails and offered one to me every 30 seconds. 

I'm having a hard time believing this tiny person with many opinions is going to be two next week. He is a living miracle and my little shadow around the house. I'm so lucky to get to spend my days with him. He is such a lovey buddy. 

People say two is terrible. It isn't an easy phase, but mothering a tiny dictator isn't a terrible job. I think it's hard because it's around the time they turn two that we meet our match. The mother and the toddler are the two bossiest people in this house, for sure. I think we just understand each other. It's quiet when everyone else is gone and there's no one to do our bidding. It's just the two of us in a stalemate at the table for lunch today. 

We're having saunchies, of course. I suppose that answers the question who is really in charge. 

My heart is yours, Mr Saunchy.