Yesterday I took the boys to an indoor playplace. They like it there are usually have a great time, and I get to spend times rushing back and forth between the boys because they absolutely refuse to play in the same area at the same time. This time I got to lug Andy around in the baby seat, too.
I came over to Nick and told him we were leaving in two minutes, and that's when a pregnant lady asked me about the age difference between my kids. I had noticed her because she was wearing a white sweatshirt without a stain on it, and she also looked very attractive in her sweatshirt. I looked at her and thought "why the heck couldn't I have looked like THAT when I was pregnant?"
"This one's three months and the big guy will be four in a couple of months," I said. "But I also have a two year old running around here somewhere."
The look of shock on the woman's face was priceless. "Oh my God," she said. "I'm so afraid to deal with two. I can't even deal with ONE. How do you do it?" she gave a little laugh, then her face froze. "Seriously, are you an alcoholic?"
3 comments:
See, it's like we've all been telling you - You ARE Super Mom!
tee hee. I'm not sure what your response to that is supposed to be.
I like that picture; Andy is looking at you like, "Mom, are you hitting the bottle too?"
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