Discovering that two is an everchanging game. Sometimes the timing is perfect, note the simultaneous napping and eating.A thing of beauty I tell ya.Also notice the devilish look on Briar’s jammy face. Also beautiful, but what an imp. And a fast one.
Life with two is definitely different. Times I would have been taking pictures are now spent changing a second diaper or trying to squeeze in time one on one with Briar or Avery. Here are some pictures to bridge the gap until I figure out where blogging fits into the mix. Playing in the water at the park with Dad. Speaking her mind. Taking a break from the slide. Running for the slide. Now this, is a yawn. Contemplating the decimation by poop explosion of the fourth outfit of the day. (before noon) Peace out sis. Must climb higher, move faster, terrorize more. Cozy and alert. Playing for her baby sister.
We had begun to speculate that if and when my water finally broke it would somehow interfere with viewing the final episode of the West Wing. I am happy to announce (I know, I know, hold back your surprise that the pregnant beast is saying something pleasant) that I held things together through the West Wing. I have been having contractions about every five minutes or less since a few minutes before the show began. It’s now close to 10:30 and they are coming closer, longer and harder. Sooooo, we’re going to wait a while, hopefully until things get noticeably more intense so that we can avoid that humiliating trip back from the hospital when they say, “Nope, sorry, you aren’t quite ready yet.”…
Still pregnant. The wattage of my “glow” is significantly diminished.Sean keeps telling me I look beautiful. He just recognizes the warning signs of a pregnant woman at the end of her swollen, achy, harassed rope. High probability of head biting off, venomous barbs being spat, or hysterical tears. I think I am actually holding together pretty well, but must say that it is pretty remarkable how quickly one runs out of civil responses for the following scenario: ~~brring, brring, brri~~ “Hello?” “Oh hi. I didn’t think you’d be there. How are you? Any baby yet?” Yesterday as we walked the streets of downtown Glens Falls trying to coax the baby out women would look at me and say, “Oh, congratulations. I remember those days.…