Dear Son #1, I blame myself really for not being more specific with my instructions of "go entertain yourself while I tend to your poopy brother". While I really meant "go and read a book quietly somewhere for like an hour", you heard it as "go into my closet and reorganize my panty liners". So,… Continue reading A simple misunderstanding.
Dear Son #2, Other than horses and June bugs, nothing too much scares me in this world. However, now thanks to you, I can add "baby pooping on hand while applying bum cream". Because I have never moved my hand so fast after that false alarm gas incident last week. Looks like Daddy will be… Continue reading Fear factor.
Dear Son #1, Congratulations, you are now a big brother! How does it feel? Oh, okay I'll wait until you're done your 67th tantrum of today... Done? Okay, how does it feel? From what I can see you are feeling a touch of malice towards Mommy and Daddy for not only bringing this incredibly noisy… Continue reading Status change: Big brother.
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