Someone at the library the other day told me she was so jealous, that she really wants like, six kids. It's always people with only one child, by the way, that says this to me. And I was all, yes - kids are miracles and I'm totally blessed. But also...
I love Jim Gaffigan. He has five kids in a two bedroom apartment in New York. The diagrams of how they put the kids to bed is worth buying his book Dad Is Fat.
I'm really trying to soak up the ease of having only two kids right now. Because although it is hard and demanding, I KNOW it's easier than having four. Especially when two of those four are the exact same age and newborns. And my girls, while handfuls, are totally wonderful and great right now. They play together, they laugh together, they love to hold hands and go running down the hall screaming "Hurry! THE BABIES ARE COMING! HIIIIIIDDDDDEEEEE!" and then Tula goes slamming into the doorway because Addie didn't leave enough room for her to run in yet she's still trying to drag Tula's limp, not-yet-sobbing-because-she-doesn't- have-her-breath-back body through the door so they can hide from the terrifying babies and I'm all, "Stop trying to kill your sister!" and she's all, "Mom! We're playing!" and then suddenly Tula is back on her feet giggling, because she's my warrior daughter, and they go running the other way down the hall away from the babies, and BAM! someone hits a different doorway and I really need to teach them how to play without holding hands until they can be gentle about it.
And I love them so much. And I'm so excited to have these boys but I'm equally sad about not being able to give my girls the same amount of attention. It's the same feelings I had when I was pregnant with Addie. I was so worried I wasn't going to be able to love her as much or give her as much of my time, and of course that was true and it wasn't. I loved her even more, because you can't stop yourself, the older they get you love them more, but I also couldn't give her as much of my time but that turned out to be ok because she was growing and didn't need me every second anymore. And now she had Tula. And they are great. And they fight. But they are fantastic together.
Stolen cupcakes. Sitting by the front door is their first hiding spot. They're not the sneakiest.
And then they show me the stolen goods. At least I don't have to worry about a life of crime from these two.
Thirty weeks and two days. I'm growing by the second.
Speaking of getting caught - Tula got caught with Cheetos. Evidence being the bright orange paste all over her face and all the furniture.
And then she mocks me with her chipmunk orange smile.
Oh in case you wondered what compression socks look like, this is it. It's not a good look with shorts.
Addie will only wear pjs right now.
Unless it's this shirt.
Tula shopping. She is so ridiculously cute.
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