Pitter Patter? I am not sure where this phrase came from. It is usually attached to the longing to hear the pitter patter of little feet or the joy of hearing the pitter patter of little feet.
I understand someone with baby fever yearning to have child of their own and wanting to watch that baby start walking. I get the parents who’s once waddling chubby little toddlers are now teens running around slamming doors.Ã‚Â I get it.
What I can not wrap my head around is the actual “Pitter Patter.”Ã‚Â I hear the words and think, light footed, quiet,Ã‚Â more like a ballerina running across a stage. I don’t know if it is because I have boys, but there is no pitter pattering happening in our house. Every step is a stomp. Every stomp can be heard through out the entire house. Have you ever tried to run while stomping? It isn’t easy, yet this is how my boys get from room to room. A full on stomping run.
There is nothing quiet or light footed about it and there is certainly nothing happening that represents the grace of a ballerina.
Case in point, PJ is in his crib right now doing what I can only assume is running laps in his crib. Tim is sitting in the dining room underneath his room. Tim just stated, “I think Patrick might have an elephant in his room.”
An elephant stampede, running of the bulls or sumo wrestlers having a foot race. These describe my boys running around the house. Not Pitter Patter.
It may be a noisy exsistence, but never once have I lost my boys in the house. You can always tell where they are, where they are going and where they are heading!