Don't stop, it'll soon be here.
It'll be, better than before.
Yesterday's gone, yesterday's gone...
Despite what Fleetwood Mac keeps telling me, I feel the need to spend some time looking back to some significant events I've yet to write about.
There was the trip to Chicago on Easter weekend with the boys that proved to be an eventful reminder of why we won't be travelling by plane as a whole family for a while.
And that's not just because the boys were a handful. That was to be expected. They had fun. We had fun. They threw tantrums. We wished we could still get away with throwing public tantrums.
The main reason travel will prove more challenging is because shortly after that trip we welcomed a baby girl into our family. A baby girl who's actually crying right now...I'll be right back.
Done...and you barely even missed me.
So this little girl entered our lives back in May and we all adore her. She's got an infectious smile, the boys dote on her every chance they get. The Wubster wants to show her every toy he has, constantly watches for an opportunity to give her back a dropped bink or toy, and pats her on the head incessently.
Mini-Me, for some reason, even if he's in mid tantrum or playfully screaching like a wild warthog in the throes of death (which he does more often then we'd hoped), can always make her smile. And not just little smirks, but ginormous, gummy grins. It's adorable...so adorable it can actually make a tantrum cute. I can't believe I just said that.
The only problem about this little girl is she doesn't have a name yet. Well, she has a real name...just not a blog name.
What shall I call her?
It may take another 11 minutes to decide.
No comments:
Post a Comment