Each day your ears hear no less than 849 questions. True story. You counted. (But not really.) Sadly for you, the number you are actually able to answer with absolute certainty is somewhere around eleven.
Thanks to a Blistex incident that involved two carseat armrests and the employee of an entire wipes container worth of wipes in the daycare parking lot, you have been forced to keep all lip care products under lock and key. (But your three year old does have the best looking, most kissable lips in town.)
Your 14 month old will happily identify any and all birds in sight with a pointed finger and an enthusiastic, "Bird!", but ask her where Mommy is and she all but snubs you.
Your three year old is more popular at daycare than you ever were in high school. She can't make it from one end of the hallway to the other without stopping to dole out hugs, high fives, and waves to someone in every classroom. (And secretly, it makes you kind of proud.)
You signed your kids up for the summer reading program because you knew they'd read enough to earn the free book. What you didn't know is that between the two of them they would earn seven kids meals at various restaurants around town. Just another reason you love the public library (and your read-aholic kids).
You've had this conversation:
Kid: Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!
Kid: (pause) I need to ask you a question.
You: What's the question?
Kid: (really long pause) Umm. I love you?
You: I love you too. Now go back to bed.
Since he's spending the week with you at the office, you put your six year old to work stapling, three-ring hole punching, and collating. After a morning of that, he declares, "This is fun! I want my job to be just like this." So there you have it. Your son is destined for a life of clerical work.
The fact that your girls are most often described as "spicy" and "spirited" by those who love them makes you smile. Truer words have never been spoken. (Just look at them.)
You now know that you cannot hold a one year old and a to-go cup with a straw in the same hand, unless your objective is to have your one year old suck the cup dry of whatever was in it that you were planning to take with you.
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P.S. - If anyone is wondering from my post last Friday, the mouse batteries are still kicking it. See, I told you. I'm not crazy. (Okay, just a little.)