Broken...the joys of living with a toddler!

In the last two weeks, something has been broken in this house almost everyday.  Among those are the following: 

My camera (hence, a blog with no pictures yet again)...

My cell phone...I know that I have a ton of voicemails and even more text messages that I can't hear or read...

My measuring cup...

My beautiful, cranberry-colored 2 foot vase...

My flower pot...

and the list continues.

Despite my extensive teachings to my rambunctious, curly-haired, rough and tumble two-year-old about the fragile nature of mommy's decor...things still end up broken (go figure!)  My hot glue gun is working overtime, and I am starting a fund to replace the broken things that a hot glue gun can't fix.

(Emmanuel in his "bumbo")

I am coming to grips with the fact that life with a toddler includes things being broken...many things.  And, I am bring reminded daily by the Lord that at the end of the day it's just stuff...it doesn't matter...and it won't last.  When something breaks, my sweet Emmanuel, who is incredibly empathetic, especially when it comes to his mama's feelings, rushes to my side and says, "I'm so sorry, mama." Then, he'll grab his tools or his pretend glue gun, and say, "Mom, I'm Bob the Builder, I'll fix it!"  This is, of course, before he darts off on his next adventure, which might include something else getting broken.