luckymomma

Now that he's 18 months old, there's no doubt that Ronan is a toddler. It seems kind of a misnomer, though. "Toddler" implies a slow, small, lumbering Michelin man. My toddler ricochets around like he's in a pinball machine, careening from the train table to the play kitchen, touching the dog for good luck, then off to see the Little People.

Ronan can focus, though, if he finds a good project. If you want your clean socks taken out of the drawer and deposited carefully into the hamper, he's your guy. The other day he stole all the potatoes out of the pantry and put them into the garbage can. And when it comes to unloading the groceries, well, who else will cram everything, including the frozen raspberries, into one shelf of the pantry?