We had 3 kids in 4 years. Now, with our offspring aged 2, 4.5, and 6 years, life is — well — humorously absurd. They say you either laugh or you cry. We laugh. A lot.
These tree scenarios aptly described our run-of-the-mill Wednesday evening.
**My 2-year-old tantruming beside me at the dinner table seething that he simultaneously does and does not want eat his dinner… because 2-years old.**
Me: Remember when a kid fussing and crying used to stress us out?
The Hubs: **laughing** Yeah. Now it’s just the background noise of our daily life.
**The 2-year-old squat-runs pantsless into the dining room holding his bum**
Me: NO POOPING IN THE DINING ROOM!
2-year-old: Bwahhhhhh!!! I wanna poop in dining room!
4-year-old: What’s N + N + a banana?
Me: **staring blankly wondering how my life got so absurd**
Sooo… yeah. That’s Wednesday in our house.
Genes, they’re mysterious, powerful, and decisive. Eye color, hair texture, shoe size… they dictate so much about us. Apparently, the affinity for wearing a bucket on your face is also a genetic factor.
#2 on left in 2014, #3 on right yesterday
I had all three kids at the pool yesterday and 3-year-old #2 was comically himself. To see the world through his eyes must be a magical spectacle.
**#1 and #2 are floating about in the pool looking under the water with their goggles. #1 chose a pink pair, whereas #2 chose a blue pair.**
#2: “Mommy, you cold.”
Me: “No, I’m fine. Why do you think I’m cold?”
#2: “You not cold? Why you lips blue?”
Me: (I feel my lips.) “Honey, I don’t think my lips are blue.”
Me: “#2, you have blue goggles on. Everything you see looks blue.”
#2: (Looks around with his goggles on) “Oh.” (Paddles off unfazed.)
30 MINUTES LATER…
**#2 just put on his sunglasses and hopped back into the pool.**
#2: “MOMMY!! IT’S DARK!”
Me: (Trying not to laugh) “#2, you’re wearing your sunglasses.”
#2: (Looks at me and cocks his head) “But it’s DARK!”
Me: “Honey, sunglasses make things look darker.”
#2: (Lifts up his sunglasses, looks around, puts them back again, and paddles off.)
Lifeguard: (Utterly losing her sh*t laughing.)
We are, without a doubt, “that family” at the pool.