Whew! Mr Darcy's new stroller has already more than proven itself in this household. Yesterday morning, while Patrick was still asleep, I took Mr Darcy out for a long walk in the stroller, and by the time we got back home, not only was he asleep, but I had finally worked out in my head exactly how my vampires-in-East Lansing story should end. Back
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Thing 1 and Thing 2 are two years and ten days apart. Soon will be the respective sixth (!) and fourth (!!) birthdays. If anything, I think I'm managing my time much more efficiently as they grow and we all experience the concomitant busy-ness. But they've taken interest in "what Daddy's writing," so that's a major plus.
Mileage varies on the experiences, to be sure, but it sounds as though the writer in you is adapting to the new family dynamic. And Mr. Darcy will grow up with so many of your stories to see and read and read about and be a part of a family culture that puts that priority on the bookish and writerly life.
Plus, kid's got the absolute most-loaded-with-awesome nickname ever!
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I love reading your stories about Thing 1 and Thing 2 on your journal. Actually, when we were at a prenatal class session and the teacher asked us what we were most looking forward to about parenthood, I mentioned your story about watching Empire Strikes Back with your kids for the first time - that struck such a chord with me! :) I love MrD's babyhood, but I can't wait for the days of light saber battles that lie ahead.
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Once he gets mobile--walking mobile, not crawling mobile--that's when it's a real sitcom-everyday situation.
I mean, just a while ago outside, Thing 1 swaggered up to me and said, "Hey, yo. I'm a rockstar. Wanna see me ride my bicycle?"
Priceless!
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So sorry that Mr. D did not approve of you cooking and eating lunch. I can only imagine how heart-wrenching that is.
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And oh, it really is heartwrenching, even though I know it shouldn't be. In my head, I know he's fine & I'm doing the right thing by caring for myself so that I can care better for him, but when his screams are sending adrenaline straight through me, and he's staring across the room at me with such panic in his eyes and tears running down his little cheeks...it's hard to believe, emotionally, that it's okay. Sigh.
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Nice!
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