Toddlers. A precious angel one minute, a complete sh*t-show the next. During dinner tonight, we had an epic meltdown - refusal to eat - toy throwing - yelling for cook cooks (that would be cookies) - followed by falling to the floor and crying uncontrollably for a really long time. And then in the next room, the cat decided to cough up three hairballs (oh, the sweet, sweet sounds of a cat puking). D and I just looked at each other across the table and shook our heads. I accept defeat.
I get asked this all the time. So here's the definition, y'all. And here's some adorable pictures of those tagged in the #progenymodelsearch from Instagram this week! CUTENESS OVERLOAD. We had more than 300 entries. Narrowing them down was almost impossible!!! Stay tuned for our FALL 2014 LOOK BOOK featuring some of these precious littles.
I miss being little. I miss being little in the summertime as a child of the 80's - before iPhones, iPads, DVRs, Netflix, and every other technological advancement that has made life "easier." Running, jumping, twirling, laughing, pretending, creating. The backyard was my kingdom.
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Down by a shining water well
I found a very little dell,
No higher than my head.
The heather and the gorse about
In summer bloom were coming out,
Some yellow and some red.
I called the little pool a sea;
The little hills were big to me;
For I am very small.
I made a boat, I made a town,
I searched the caverns up and down,
And named them one and all.
And all about was mine, I said,
The little sparrows overhead,
The little minnows too.
This was the world and I was king;
For me the bees came by to sing,
For me the swallows flew.
I played there were no deeper seas,
Nor any wider plains than these,
Nor other kings than me.
At last I heard my mother call
Out from the house at evenfall,
To call me home to tea.
And I must rise and leave my dell,
And leave my dimpled water well,
And leave my heather blooms.
Alas! and as my home I neared,
How very big my nurse appeared.
How great and cool the rooms!
Photos by Petite Simone
Is it even possible for moms to single-task? I'm always doing 3 things at once, and I only have one child. After reading this, I'm going to make a conscious effort to slow down, breathe, and take one thing at a time, as not to damage my brain any further:
"Multitasking is a brain drain that exhausts the mind, zaps cognitive resources and, if left unchecked, condemns us to early mental decline and decreased sharpness. Chronic multitaskers also have increased levels of cortisol, the stress hormone, which can damage the memory region of the brain."