This is one of my son's favorite words. He uses it all the time - mostly when he falls, which he does often since he's the ripe old age of 20 months. But he uses it when he bangs his head against the side of his crib when he's not looking, and the way he says it is wonderful and everytime he says it I love it. It's his way of dealing with the stress of being a toddler. It's not always this pretty, for example, he hasn't quite mastered the stress of frustration. He usually bites himself on the arm. OUCH! In any case, for a little guy he seems to handle stress much better then his parents, more specifically - his mom. The stresses of being a stay at home mom are so different then working and I wouldn't trade it for anything. The stress of being responsible for this little one's life is indescribable.
As Toby gets older he's testing boundaries and that makes me nervous beyond explanation. Yesterday he started crawling up a hill to the street when we were visiting the horses (which made him giggle). Two days before that he fell in the bathtub when he was standing up (HUGE bonkers on his head) and now he's lost his fear of the water at the beach. This is my new stress. Completely different and without prayer I am not sure I wouldn't be in a padded room by now.
But I am learning to work this out with every battle we face together. Hopefully I won't fall down too much to where I can't get up and say bonkers and brush off the dust.
