I have long wondered why it is that I have terrible pregnancies when so many women have super easy ones.
He didn't want me to have more than three children.
Cause today I had that experience.
And I would be locked in a padded room for the rest of my mortal existence.
DH and I watched his sister's kids today. Squishy and Bubba are 30 hours apart, give or take a few minutes. That's kind of like twins, right?
His big sister Bugs, is two.
And did I mention that while they were here, we also had my bff's two oldest girls over.
AND TWO WERE INFANTS!!!!
Now, here is my disclaimer. NONE of the kids were bad. I am just weak. And tired. Squishy had a double ear infection all week, and neither of us slept. So whatever energy I had was zapped this afternoon, through no fault of the kids...except for Squishy.
And if you notice the time stamp on this post, you are wondering why I don't just go to bed.
And it's because my mind won't turn off.
And way too many sentences are starting with 'AND', which I know is grammatically incorrect. But frankly, it's my blog, and I don't care.
Squishy is following in Princesses footsteps. When the Princess was a baby, you could not make her sit. AT. ALL. She would stiffen up as soon as you tried to put her down. Countless people would tell me that I was doing it wrong, and they would try to make her sit. Then they would apologize when she wouldn't.
We put Squishy on the couch she stiffened up, and sat, and stiffened up, and sat, and...well...you get the picture.
How convenient. Gender specific bouncy seats.
Thanks to one of my MOFia friends, my children have become enchanted with Dr. Demento's "Fish Heads"