It is not enough that there are babies everywhere in this house, but the babies have their own babies. Baby dolls, which have their own strollers, diapers, bottles, car seats, clothes, pacifiers, beds and even high chairs. A good friend of mine wanted to buy A1 a baby doll play pen… “Please don’t do that! I beg you” I said, thank goodness she listened.
Instead she bought her a treasure chest filled with different princess dresses. A1 loves it; she puts on a princess dress the second she gets home from school.
Jack seriously voiced his concern about this today. “We have to do something, this is not normal” he said.
I’m pretty sure it’s normal, but I do agree that she needs to learn to be a little tougher. She walks around in dresses and requires us to adress her as “Queen A1”…and we do .
“Dinner is served, my Queen”
And she walks into the kitchen, wearing a tiara, walking on the tip of her toes, holding her dress up with the tip of her fingers and behind her follows wobbling A2, barefoot, with marker stains all over her face and clothes. The Queen and the Peasant.
They both sit at the dinner table and the circus starts!
Feeding A1 requires an incredible talent of persuasion and negotiation.
Me: Ok, three more bites.
A1: No! One!
Me: Ok then, you eat all of it.
A1: No No!
Me: Then it’s three.
A1: No! Five!
Me: Five is a bigger number than three!
And we laugh together. Those really are the moments that make it all worth it.
Feeding A2 on the other hand, requires two spoons, incredible speed and a cleaning crew.
A3 is usually strapped onto me in a baby carrier during all of this. She eats after them. Feeding A3 requires a lab suit and a face mask to protect you from all the spitting, combined with a sword and shield to fight back A2 who comes with force for the baby food.
As if all of this is not enough, today we put in A1’s kindergarten graduation show’s DVD in during supper. Her graduation show, during which I had to hide my face behind A2’s head who was sitting on my lap. I was hiding because I got so emotional and was crying non-stop, uncontrollably. I was even crying when other kids were on stage. Graduations are truly bitter sweet. I’m gonna cry now…
So we decide to put in this DVD during supper today, you would think I had gotten it all out of my system that day…wrong! I started crying again. So today during supper time I had tears rolling down my cheeks and a quivering lip all the while negotiating with A1, chasing A2 and carrying A3.
A real Circus!
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