The first is today. We went to Costco with a friend and shortly after entering the store Ivy started a cry fest that lasted the duration of our Costco trip and half of the ride home. I had just noticed that the incessant screaming had stopped and about two minutes later I hear Gwen say, "Wow Mom! Ivy's lips are PURPLE". And I am thinking, oh my gosh, she is suffocating or choking or something and that is why she stopped screaming, I am a horrible mother! SLAM on the breaks, tear off my seat belt and lunge to the backseat to see a smiling baby with very much pink lips. Mental note...teach Gwen the difference between pink and purple.
The second time happened about a year ago. Bentley was new to playing in his saucer and I would stick him in it upstairs while I would come down here and
I guess my heart kind of skipped a beat today when Gwen, in the car, said..."Mom, you have two daughters, one husband, one boy dog, and one son...and another son in the sky". Since I know kids have divine intuition or whatever I was thinking, oh no...not again! I need more time. I'll have another baby, but please please, just a few more years, or at the very least a few more months (note: I mean at the very very very very very least)! It took me entirely too long to realize that she meant the "sun" in the sky and not a future brother in the sky. Thank goodness!!
6 comments:
Great post. Very funny stuff, although it's scary to think how not funny it could have been. I guess before I ever think about how hard a day has been I should think how glad I am that I didn't get a call that something like this has happened. ("Like this" = Ivy choking, Ben choking, or you finding out you're pregnant :)
You are too funny!!
ha ha, I always think my kids have divine intervention too, well then sydney told me i was going to have 17 kids, and i decided she was full of bologna after that.
I've got the same set of kids as you: a girl, almost four, a two year old boy, and a three-month girl. After the third was born the first kept talking about her baby brother who was coming next... Yikes! I hear you!
All you have to do is make a toast at New Year's to no new babies that year. Then you (and all of your friends that participate) get cursed and don't have babies for at least 4 years (not saying you can't, necessarily, but you don't). Try it next year.
Dad and I are giggling over that post!!
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