First, go read this comic. We printed a copy and had Harley read it to Brooklyn, first explaining that “Mommy and Daddy are introverts.” PJ demonstrated the “obnoxious predator” part (hand in the hamster ball) while I fulfilled the role of the hissing introvert. We now have a copy floating around the house and frequently instruct the kids to “go read the list” (of bullet points at the end of the comic). Although Brooklyn may have missed the point slightly; upon singing a loud, tuneless song involving diddle dumplings(?) and then asking me multiple questions about it, she trotted off to read the list (as instructed) and came back to report to me that my problem was that I was lonely. No. Just no. Where’s my hamster ball?
Our Monday went so much like this. Also, I’m pretty sure wine-thirty is a time of day.
I found a great site about older-child adoptions. And coming across this quote made me feel like I’d found a kindred spirit: “We'd just picked up our new van and were grabbing a bite to eat at a local sports bar. We like to go there because we can put the kids in one booth while Mike and I sit alone in another booth and pretend like we don't have four kids.” Yep. Been there, done that.
And finally, Harley, on breast pumps: “ohhh that’s the baby milker.”