Our future occupants. Uh oh.
Ahh, children.
The wonderful world of children. We were in Plymouth with my brother and his fiance and having dinner, and I told Skyy to sit in her own chair because there wasn't a high chair, and she said "NO!". I was speechless. Then, when you think things can't get any worse, she's sitting on the top step playing with a loose piece of wood so I told her no. She thinks I'm not looking, plays with it again. So I say "Excuse me miss, didn't I just say no?" And she turned to me, looked at me matter-of-factly, and said "yeah". And continued to do it. So I got up and had to physically remove her from the stairs.
I am really in for it.
But she's the best ever. Running around with her fat belly hanging out over her diaper, or laughing hysterically at things you would never even do if you didnt have kids. I love how her hair curls after she has a bath and how she brushes my hair while I brush hers. Or how she undoes her shoes when I go to put a diaper on her and thinks its the funniest thing when I have to fasten them. For the hundreth time. And especially how she dances. Because she is the best dancer EVER. She dances to the radio, to the tv, to us singing, and even when she brushes her teeth. But the best feeling has to be when she is tired or upset and wants to cling to mommy. And that makes all the chasing and sleep deprived nights and cleaning up after her worth it.
But still, it's funny what having kids DOES to you. She repeatedly pokes my stomach and I say "Leave your brother alone!" and then in my head, "Oh jesus, its already begun". I even had a day off from her last week and caught myself watching Dora the Explorer for ten minutes before I realized what was happening and changed it. If I watch tv, I check PBS, then Disney, then Nickelodeon, and then my channels, regardless of whether or not shes watching with me. So it only leaves me to wonder one thing:
Is this part of parenthood normal, or are we all just slowly getting brain-damaged by giving birth to these miniature beings that come to rule our lives?
Either way, I can't remember what my real life was like. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
The wonderful world of children. We were in Plymouth with my brother and his fiance and having dinner, and I told Skyy to sit in her own chair because there wasn't a high chair, and she said "NO!". I was speechless. Then, when you think things can't get any worse, she's sitting on the top step playing with a loose piece of wood so I told her no. She thinks I'm not looking, plays with it again. So I say "Excuse me miss, didn't I just say no?" And she turned to me, looked at me matter-of-factly, and said "yeah". And continued to do it. So I got up and had to physically remove her from the stairs.
I am really in for it.
But she's the best ever. Running around with her fat belly hanging out over her diaper, or laughing hysterically at things you would never even do if you didnt have kids. I love how her hair curls after she has a bath and how she brushes my hair while I brush hers. Or how she undoes her shoes when I go to put a diaper on her and thinks its the funniest thing when I have to fasten them. For the hundreth time. And especially how she dances. Because she is the best dancer EVER. She dances to the radio, to the tv, to us singing, and even when she brushes her teeth. But the best feeling has to be when she is tired or upset and wants to cling to mommy. And that makes all the chasing and sleep deprived nights and cleaning up after her worth it.
But still, it's funny what having kids DOES to you. She repeatedly pokes my stomach and I say "Leave your brother alone!" and then in my head, "Oh jesus, its already begun". I even had a day off from her last week and caught myself watching Dora the Explorer for ten minutes before I realized what was happening and changed it. If I watch tv, I check PBS, then Disney, then Nickelodeon, and then my channels, regardless of whether or not shes watching with me. So it only leaves me to wonder one thing:
Is this part of parenthood normal, or are we all just slowly getting brain-damaged by giving birth to these miniature beings that come to rule our lives?
Either way, I can't remember what my real life was like. And I wouldn't have it any other way.