Now I know that 'second breakfasts' are not unique to hobbits and other fantasy characters. Nursing moms of twins have just as much love/need for two breakfasts. Hungryallthetime. Or is that just me?
Now I know what it's like to have a sick baby. {And then two sick babies. And then a mildly sick husband. And then a very sick self}. And I don't like it one bit.
Now I know if I send P-dubs to the store for some dog food and milk, he will come back with this:
You know, man food. As opposed to 'girl food' {quinoa} that I feed him all the time. He did buy me a can of multi-grain Pringles which I find very sweet.
Now I know when my wonderful mother-in-law buys a pack of disposable diapers for the girls and we use them when we go out, all of their pants fall down and they can suddenly fit back into newborn sized onesies. {What?!}
Now I know that our dog-obsessed neighbor girl {who comes charging at Howie screaming 'Can I pet him?!? Can I pet him?!? I just want to pet him!!!!' and chases us as I try to hustle that poor dog back into the safety of the house while rambling that 'He has issues and is a little skittish and I think he's scared and maybe another time, ok?'} has no such fondness for mammals of the baby human variety. Thank goodness. Although it does crossover to caterpillars.
Now I know that just when you think you have characteristics pegged to a certain baby, she goes and does the complete opposite. My chill baby has suddenly taken to happily screeching at anything and everything she thinks may be listening--the dog, me, the dishwasher, the people a table over from us at dinner, her toes. And my noisy baby will just as suddenly sit wide-eyed and quietly observant through a whole church service or a dinner out. And the once-a-week-pooper will poop three times in the span of an hour and a half. It just gets downright nutty around here.
Now I know what it's like to have a sick baby. {And then two sick babies. And then a mildly sick husband. And then a very sick self}. And I don't like it one bit.
Now I know if I send P-dubs to the store for some dog food and milk, he will come back with this:
You know, man food. As opposed to 'girl food' {quinoa} that I feed him all the time. He did buy me a can of multi-grain Pringles which I find very sweet.
Now I know when my wonderful mother-in-law buys a pack of disposable diapers for the girls and we use them when we go out, all of their pants fall down and they can suddenly fit back into newborn sized onesies. {What?!}
Now I know that our dog-obsessed neighbor girl {who comes charging at Howie screaming 'Can I pet him?!? Can I pet him?!? I just want to pet him!!!!' and chases us as I try to hustle that poor dog back into the safety of the house while rambling that 'He has issues and is a little skittish and I think he's scared and maybe another time, ok?'} has no such fondness for mammals of the baby human variety. Thank goodness. Although it does crossover to caterpillars.
Now I know that just when you think you have characteristics pegged to a certain baby, she goes and does the complete opposite. My chill baby has suddenly taken to happily screeching at anything and everything she thinks may be listening--the dog, me, the dishwasher, the people a table over from us at dinner, her toes. And my noisy baby will just as suddenly sit wide-eyed and quietly observant through a whole church service or a dinner out. And the once-a-week-pooper will poop three times in the span of an hour and a half. It just gets downright nutty around here.
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