Oh yes, yes! This is not the result of dark chocolate indulgence. Unless chocolate can sprout appendages and a heartbeat...more likely, this is Baby 3G--the newest download on the block! Babies are just super fun to make. That (mainly) and the fact that we want to put people on the planet that we like leaves us with only one glorious pooping-crying-smiling-tantrum throwing option. Three cherubs under three-years-old.
The Hot Tamale is absolutely thrilled. "Baby's gotta cook. Not induh oven!" she'll tell you in two shakes of a Pug tail. SkippyDon Juan is just looking for the next meal, so he's not quite as impressed. This new little one appears to be growing steadily and wreaked plenty of havoc on my hormones during the first tri to let me know she's present and nearly accounted for. I'm pretty sure she's a she too.
We've had an interesting reversal during the last few weeks. Our Hot Tamales, spicy though she still is, has become such a lover. My favorite phrases from her just this week:
- Daddy, thank you for pwoviding for us.
- Aaron needs to go to his room to calm down.
- Mommy, how's your day?
- Need anyfing else? (after fetching toilet paper for me)
- Mommy, I need to wear a pwetty dwess. Please, Mama? Wif pink tights and shoes?
She's not your kid, so you probably don't care or see just how magical it is for tiny tots to develop a voice. If you knew just how special this was, you'd zoom over here with a camcorder right now. I'm so in awe that I'm going to slap a "My kid can talk" bumper sticker on the Yukon.
While she's becoming quite the hostess, SkippyDon Juan has started to throw epic tantrums. Oscar-worthy, hilarious and hideous blow-outs. Here's how you can have one too:
- Start bouncing up and down rapidly while whining in a crescendo.
- Drop to the knees with a loud shout.
- Fall face down in an all-out cry.
- Bang head on ground a.) in hard repetitive motions on a carpeted surface; or b.) just once very lightly on tile, making sure onlookers see you do it.
- Roll over on back to observe reaction.
- Repeat steps 3-5 as needed.
Don't even fall for those big brown peepers. He's stellar and I'm hiring him as head instructor for the next class of toddler enrollees. Just $289 for an entire semester.
SkippyDon is still a joyous little love (and enjoys the heck out of his new sport Sister Tackling) but his second year of life has been quite a test so far. My sweet guy: the car seat is not demon-possessed. Please embrace the buckle and enjoy the ride. He'll really appreciate having somebody younger to vent with, or on, or both.
Until August, it will still be the four of us, learning our letter sounds and how to sing the entire Wicked album.
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