Just Me & My Guy
This week G-man and I have the house to ourselves. Dh is on a kayak trip with his dad and the girls are at Grandma's (dh's mom). Whenever Pie & Cakes show signs of homesickness, Grandma plans to drive them back to our house and wait for both our dh's to come home from their trip on Saturday or Sunday. The thing with twins, though, is that they always have each other. And the thing with Grandma is that she keeps them very busy. They may never get homesick. In fact, I asked Pie how many sleepovers she wanted at Grandma's before they went there and her answer was "100". I either have well-adjusted daughters or my MIL is more fun than I am. Or some of both.
G-man would have been a great only child. He totally keeps himself entertained. Of course, I love my girls no end. But I'm such a what-if person that my mind keeps going there- what if we'd stopped at one? No arguments over toys. Nobody looking at somebody wrong. When something gets broken you know who did it. Once a phase is over, it's over. Plenty of time to read together. Breakfast first thing instead of waiting for everyone to get up. One bedtime.
Then again, nobody sharing his dessert "and since I love her." No little sister bringing big brother his stuffed Puppy when he scrapes his knee. Imaginary friends instead of having each other to play with. Never hearing G-man reading to "his girls." One hand left dangling when we cross the street. Not being amazed at the creative solutions they come up with when they disagree. Only having "boy" toys.
Maybe the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. But I think it's probably just shadows. Three really is a magic number.
G-man would have been a great only child. He totally keeps himself entertained. Of course, I love my girls no end. But I'm such a what-if person that my mind keeps going there- what if we'd stopped at one? No arguments over toys. Nobody looking at somebody wrong. When something gets broken you know who did it. Once a phase is over, it's over. Plenty of time to read together. Breakfast first thing instead of waiting for everyone to get up. One bedtime.
Then again, nobody sharing his dessert "and since I love her." No little sister bringing big brother his stuffed Puppy when he scrapes his knee. Imaginary friends instead of having each other to play with. Never hearing G-man reading to "his girls." One hand left dangling when we cross the street. Not being amazed at the creative solutions they come up with when they disagree. Only having "boy" toys.
Maybe the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. But I think it's probably just shadows. Three really is a magic number.