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My perfect mama day is essentially the same as my perfect little day, just with the roles reversed. I’ve modified it to fit those particular roles:

“The day begins by waking up to my alarm. I throw on my robe, walk to the kitchen, and pour myself a cup of black coffee. After catching up on the news and finishing my coffee, I pad softly and quietly into my little one’s room. I walk over to his crib/toddler bed and just spend a few minutes watching him sleep 🙂

I begin to wake him up by softly rubbing his back and whispering good morning, while planting a few kisses on his mop of tousled hair. He turns over and looks at me with big, sleepy eyes and smiles, letting his paci drop from his mouth. He gets up on his knees in bed and motions to be picked up. I help him to his feet and out of bed, handing him his favorite stuffie along the way. 

I guide him to the changing table and gently lay him down, replacing his paci and placing his stuffie into his open arms. I lovingly change his diaper, asking how he slept, with some tickles and raspberries along the way. 

Once he is clean and dry, I decide on a onesie and overalls for him to wear, clipping his pacifier to the front. After getting dressed, I help him down from the changing table. He holds my hand as we walk to the living room. I place him in his playpen with his stuffie and a few blankets to watch his favorite morning TV show while I prepare breakfast. 

I walk back to the kitchen and prepare some oatmeal for my little one, adding cinnamon and bananas. Meanwhile, I cook myself two eggs, bacon, and a side of toast. When I’m finished, I collect my little sweetpea and guide him towards his high chair/booster seat, strapping him in. I place his breakfast in front of him, along with his sippy cup. He feeds himself, with a reminder from mama here and there to eat with his spoon, not his hands!

When we finish, I clean him up with a wet wipe and unstrap him from his chair. We head to the bathroom to brush our teeth, side by side. Afterwards, we walk back to his nursery/room to pack his diaper bag. I include diapers, wipes, a portable changing mat, some snacks, his sippy cup, a treasured small toy, a paci, and a change of clothes. When we’re all packed, I take my little boy’s hand and walk with him to the car, buckling him into the back seat with his stuffie. 

We go on an outing of some kind (park, zoo, aquarium, movie) with his diaper bag in tow containing everything he would need for an afternoon out. I check his diaper periodically through the day and we have lunch while we are out. If he is quite well behaved, I let him pick out a new toy or stuffie 🙂

After coming home, I change his diaper and remove his overalls, leaving him in just his onesie. I place his paci in his mouth and gently lay him down for a nap in his crib/toddler bed, surrounded by his stuffies. He’s exhausted after being out and about all day, so there is no fuss and he falls almost right to sleep.

While my baby is napping, I get some work done around the house. Sweeping, wiping down the counters, doing the dishes, starting a load of laundry, picking up clothes and errant toys/stuffies, and preparing for dinner. Then I spend a few peaceful minutes on the couch with my book, before it’s time to wake him up. 

I steal softly into his room once more, rubbing his back and telling him that it’s time to get up. He wakes up a bit cranky, so I pull him onto my lap in the rocking chair and spend some time humming and holding him close, rocking back and forth. He begins to nuzzle my chest, so I open my blouse and let him suckle quietly for a few minutes. 

Soon he gets a bit restless, so I decide that it’s time for dinner. I change his diaper once more, showering him with kisses along the way. After he is dry and sweet-smelling, I take him by the hand and walk to the living room, settling him on the couch with a heap of blankets, his paci, stuffie, and sippy cup. After making sure he is content, I kiss him on his forehead and head for the kitchen. As soon as I begin walking away, he starts whimpering and pouting. I turn back around to face my greatest weakness…puppy eyes from my little boy! I sigh and motion for him to follow me to the kitchen. His face lights up and he heads towards me, blanket and stuffie in tow. 

Once we reach the kitchen, he plops down on the floor and looks up at me expectantly. I smile and reach for his preferred coloring book and crayons (stored on top of the fridge for safekeeping), handing them to a set of very grabby hands. He tells me “tank yoo” around his paci, before settling down to his next masterpiece. 

When I have finished making dinner (oven-baked mac and cheese from scratch, his favorite!) I look down to see how he is coming along with his coloring. He meets my gaze and grins, pacifier dropping from his mouth. He holds up his picture for me to see, and I smile hugely, praising him and telling him how much I love it. I hang it on the fridge, and then turn to dish up our dinner. I guide my little one into his chair and place his dinner before him. He practically squeals in delight when he sees what I have prepared. I smile, flattered, and sit down myself. We practically inhale our dinner, eating quickly.

After dinner, I clean him up and place the dishes in the sink, then unbuckle him from his chair. We head for the living room, making a beeline for the couch. I pull up Netflix and let my little one choose a movie, ensuring that it is appropriate. I double check that he has his stuffie, paci, and sippy cup before we begin. He selects one of his favorite Disney movies and we snuggle in to watch. When the movie is over, I pry my little one from my arms and help him stand up. He’s so drowsy that he practically collapses onto my shoulder. I put my arms around him and guide him down the hall towards his room.

I change his diaper and put him in extra thick diapers for bedtime. I select a pair of footie pajamas for him to wear and zip them up, encasing him in soft, fleecy material. By this time he has wakened a bit more, and sleepily asks me for a bedtime story. I oblige and select a book, pulling him onto my lap in the rocking chair. Not but a few pages in and his eyelids have begun to droop. Shortly after, he has fallen fast asleep. I close the book and set it aside. 

I lay him down in his crib/bed and cover him with a blanket, making sure his stuffies and paci are nearby. I stroke his hair, give his bottom a few pats, and kiss his forehead, whispering how much mama loves him.”

I could make a much longer and more detailed post, but I thought I’d spare you all the time and length 😛  I’m not the best author, but there you have it!