My mom said the other day that she thinks this is probably the most stressful, difficult time in my WHOLE PARENTING EXPERIENCE. I wanted to correct her---to say, "No, the time with newborn twins must have been harder" or "No, the time with 2-year-old twins and a newborn must have been harder," but instead I said, "The other day I was watching a thunderstorm and had my usual paranoid fear that the lightning would somehow strike me THROUGH THE WINDOW, but instead of feeling my heart pound as I imagined my funeral and my sad children gazing at the very few photos of me I took in the mirror since no one ever takes pictures except me, my first thought was 'Oh, that would be such a RELIEF.'" Then I laughed merrily.
Dudes. There are days I HIDE IN THE BATHROOM. And I don't mean I lock the door while I pee, I mean I LIE DOWN ON THE NICE COOL FLOOR and THINK ABOUT THE LOVELY, LOVELY LOCK.
Isn't it terribly, terribly frustrating and discouraging to hear how much we'll long for these days later on? And I can SEE it: I can see their sweet faces and hear their sweet funny voices and totally know how much I'll miss them later on. But short of BOTTLING IT, I am not able to appreciate it all now. It's like trying to appreciate summer tomatoes: it is all well and good to say you'll miss them come January, but that doesn't mean you can eat ten tomatoes a day in August.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...