Only four full days until the twins are not gently removed from the wife's uterus through a below-the-bikini-line incision. Thank Dionysus I am not a woman! These pregnancy hormones are getting pretty wild- the thermostat is set on 60 and I am not going to be able to afford reconstructive surgury for my frostbitten extremities.
The daughter actually asked to go to bed tonight at 7:30 pm (as opposed to being forced complete with whining and kicking and screaming) . There must be some sort of interstellar phenomenon like all the planets lined up or maybe 69 supernovae simultaneously exploded.
One sign of normalcy for the daughter was her instance of removing her socks and shoes to check for toe jam- "Daddy, see toes... toe jam" and requesting to "see poopie" while I was changing her second soiled diaper of the day.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment