My sister-in-law just had a baby and she had four hours of labor, pushed for one hour (with seven minutes between contractions so she could rest) while talking to her doctor and holding her husband’s hand, and her beautiful baby boy slid out like a tiny miracle.
Everything was perfect.
I’ve had two C-sections.
About three weeks ago I started going back to the gym - a place I used to go religiously until I got pregnant with twins. Yup, I’ve barely stepped foot into my place of worship in, oh, roughly two years.
Every year, people with very good intentions sit down and type out a list of New Year’s resolutions, usually consisting of some lofty goals like "I will never touch fast food again" or "I will whip those saddle bags into shape" or "I will be a more patient parent."
My five-year-old daughter is a poor sport.
She cheats at Trouble, Hi Ho Cherry-O, Chutes and Ladders, Go Fish and basically every game we play. I don’t know if cheating is the right word... well, yeah, it actually is.
Elby will be five on November 12th, which in case you weren’t aware is “only a few weeks away and a week is seven days - Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday - that’s a week!”
My daughter Elby’s best friend, Dylan, is moving away and I’m devastated for her. It’s really the worst thing that’s happened to her -besides me coming home from the hospital with twins.
The other day I was at Target (shocker!) browsing through an excellent selection of eight dollar tank tops. They were the extra long style which I happen to need since I am in possession of a serious muffin top, yet I insist on wearing low rise pants.
People make a huge deal about their kids sharing.
At any given time in any given playground you will hear a chorus of moms and dads yelling, “Honey, share with your sister,” “Lucy, can you let that other little boy use your shovel?” “Ian, give your friend some of your goldfish crackers!”
Sometimes (all the time) when I look at my life I can’t believe I have three kids.
I’m a little concerned about my daughter’s extreme love for Barbie. I know what you’re thinking: this topic has been talked to death. That may be true but it hasn’t been talked to death by me and well, I have a column due, people.
