Last Saturday night, two little boys ages 5 months and 2-years-old did what parents and health teachers only wish they could accomplish. After babysitting the boys, my daughter and her friend have decided never, ever, to have kids.
This suits us just fine. Considering the girls are 14 years old, we realize that this proclamation probably won't hold up, but hopefully it will get them through college.
When the girls got home at 12:30 a.m., they both rushed up to my husband and I saying, "It was horrible! They were everywhere, the baby wouldn't stop crying. How did you do it?"
Then the girls looked at each other and decided that THEY couldn't have possibly been as much work.
"I wasn't like that was I mom?" my daughter asked.
Well, in all honesty, her brother at that age was more difficult to get to and stay in bed. In some respects, he hasn't changed.
At one point, the two-year old wanted to talk to his dad, so my daughter called my husband who pretended to be Tripp's dad. "Are you being good?" my husband asked. "Now, listen to the girls."
So the night went on. Putting the baby down. Putting the 2-year-old down. Trying to rock the baby back to sleep. Putting the two-year-old back down. Changing the baby's diaper which my daughter said, "luckily it was only pee." Putting the two-year-old back to bed. Bouncing and walking the baby around. Putting the two-year-old back down.
Of course, I had to use this as a teaching moment. "See, that's why we tell you it's important to have a baby only when you're totally ready. As a parent, you don't get to go home at midnight. And no one pays you."
So, the next morning the girls slept in. At 9 a.m., the smoke alarm in her bedroom started to beep for a new battery. My husband went in clanging the ladder around to change the battery. The girls didn't stir. Then I went in to put up some laundry, they didn't even turn. We had the TV on, our 11-year-old son running around, and two dogs barking at squirrels in the backyard. Armageddon could have come and the girls wouldn't have opened an eye.
When they finally got up, all they wanted to do was watch TV.
So, it doesn't look like I will be a grandmother in the next decade which is A-OK with me. But when it does come, I'm going to relish holding and cuddling a new baby. Then giving him/her back to my daughter to change the diaper.
Wondering if I could now get my daughter to swear off junk food?
The Wondering Texan
This suits us just fine. Considering the girls are 14 years old, we realize that this proclamation probably won't hold up, but hopefully it will get them through college.
When the girls got home at 12:30 a.m., they both rushed up to my husband and I saying, "It was horrible! They were everywhere, the baby wouldn't stop crying. How did you do it?"
Then the girls looked at each other and decided that THEY couldn't have possibly been as much work.
"I wasn't like that was I mom?" my daughter asked.
Well, in all honesty, her brother at that age was more difficult to get to and stay in bed. In some respects, he hasn't changed.
At one point, the two-year old wanted to talk to his dad, so my daughter called my husband who pretended to be Tripp's dad. "Are you being good?" my husband asked. "Now, listen to the girls."
So the night went on. Putting the baby down. Putting the 2-year-old down. Trying to rock the baby back to sleep. Putting the two-year-old back down. Changing the baby's diaper which my daughter said, "luckily it was only pee." Putting the two-year-old back to bed. Bouncing and walking the baby around. Putting the two-year-old back down.
Of course, I had to use this as a teaching moment. "See, that's why we tell you it's important to have a baby only when you're totally ready. As a parent, you don't get to go home at midnight. And no one pays you."
So, the next morning the girls slept in. At 9 a.m., the smoke alarm in her bedroom started to beep for a new battery. My husband went in clanging the ladder around to change the battery. The girls didn't stir. Then I went in to put up some laundry, they didn't even turn. We had the TV on, our 11-year-old son running around, and two dogs barking at squirrels in the backyard. Armageddon could have come and the girls wouldn't have opened an eye.
When they finally got up, all they wanted to do was watch TV.
So, it doesn't look like I will be a grandmother in the next decade which is A-OK with me. But when it does come, I'm going to relish holding and cuddling a new baby. Then giving him/her back to my daughter to change the diaper.
Wondering if I could now get my daughter to swear off junk food?
The Wondering Texan
