As the days go by, I generally enjoy my time with my little buddies, but there are times of great frustrations as well.
One of the simple things I miss is having breakfast in peace while reading the paper. Every morning is practically the same - I hustle to make breakfast for the baby while making mine and then when he is seated I get going on Lucas' all the while gobbling a few bites of my own in-between the table and the kitchen. When I finally do sit down, I have to contend with Lucas trying to tell me something while the baby is screaming at me because I didn't understand that particular inflection of "eh, eh".
But no matter, I have to take pride in my newly-developed skills, e.g. being able to butter toast with one hand (while holding the baby) or ignoring the taste of lentil peas in the yogurt because the baby ate from it and I didn't want to dump it.
The little one is now toddling around and he's taken to playing hide-and-seek. No, not the game. It's about him hiding things and me finding them. Slippers in the washing machine, socks in the garbage, that kind of thing. Considering that I am already concerned about my declining mental faculties, "misplacing" items that he has in fact hidden doesn't help my confidence any.
But I guess all little kids are like that. We recently found my husband's wedding ring in a shoe we were getting ready to donate - the ring had been missing for more than 2 years in St. Louis, and made it to Austin in the shoe! Lucas was to blame for that one. So my husband didn't lose this wedding ring because of rank carelessness! (The other two however is another story.)
In the meantime, I am off to enjoy another day with my little buddies, and trying to gather together all the Monopoly money I am finding everywhere! Time to lock-down the toilet lid!
One of the simple things I miss is having breakfast in peace while reading the paper. Every morning is practically the same - I hustle to make breakfast for the baby while making mine and then when he is seated I get going on Lucas' all the while gobbling a few bites of my own in-between the table and the kitchen. When I finally do sit down, I have to contend with Lucas trying to tell me something while the baby is screaming at me because I didn't understand that particular inflection of "eh, eh".
But no matter, I have to take pride in my newly-developed skills, e.g. being able to butter toast with one hand (while holding the baby) or ignoring the taste of lentil peas in the yogurt because the baby ate from it and I didn't want to dump it.
The little one is now toddling around and he's taken to playing hide-and-seek. No, not the game. It's about him hiding things and me finding them. Slippers in the washing machine, socks in the garbage, that kind of thing. Considering that I am already concerned about my declining mental faculties, "misplacing" items that he has in fact hidden doesn't help my confidence any.
But I guess all little kids are like that. We recently found my husband's wedding ring in a shoe we were getting ready to donate - the ring had been missing for more than 2 years in St. Louis, and made it to Austin in the shoe! Lucas was to blame for that one. So my husband didn't lose this wedding ring because of rank carelessness! (The other two however is another story.)
In the meantime, I am off to enjoy another day with my little buddies, and trying to gather together all the Monopoly money I am finding everywhere! Time to lock-down the toilet lid!
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