My son was a little over 2 years-old when Hope was born. So, needless to say, Glen's toddlerhood is a bit of blur.
However, I do remember diapers (lots and lots of diapers) also, projectile vomitting played a pivotal role in my believing that I had lost my mind, along with the senses of smell and taste, FOREVER.
Long story short (you're welcome!) as far as my husband Garth (NHRN) and I were concerned, 4 was and still is our magic number: everyone has a riding buddy on the roller coaster.
Still, every year, my son would ask for a baby brother for Christmas or his birthday and most especially whenever Hope managed to get on his last nerve.
Which is when I would point out that Hope was very much like a little brother, already, really.
Today, she has NO trouble keeping up with her brother AND his friends, as evidenced by their conversation at the dinner table, Friday night.
They were trying to outgross each other with talk of bodily functions (it's what's for breakfast and lunch, too) when my beautiful baby girl came up with a brand new word.
Brainfarticles: when you burp inside your mouth and into your brain.
Don't ask me why. I, for one, refused to try it for reasons that are pretty obvious, especially if you've visited here, before.
Aaaaanyway, I took Hope and Glen with me to Target the other day, as they were BOTH getting on my two oldest' nerves and, well, free babysitters are REAL hard to find.
So, as a good-behavioral incentive, I may or may not have threatened to cancel Christmas.
"Are these two children yours?"
Which, for obvious reasons, is another example of why empty threats almost NEVER work.
"Uhhhhh, yes?"
I slowly turned to face the woman, who happened to be pushing a double-stroller and, at the very least, hoped that she would, you know, be a little more understanding.
"Well, they just hugged each other."
Why, the little bast…uh…whuh?!?
"They were SO adorable!"
Aaaaand, I missed it…DAYUM!!!
"And, they're older, too, which gives me hope for mine."
She had two boys, enough said.
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32 responses to “She Ain’t Heavy, She’s Like a Little Brother”
Don’t you just love it how they can be at each others throats one minute and the best of friends the next.
Don’t you just love it how they can be at each others throats one minute and the best of friends the next.
Don’t you just love it how they can be at each others throats one minute and the best of friends the next.
Don’t you just love it how they can be at each others throats one minute and the best of friends the next.
Don’t you just love it how they can be at each others throats one minute and the best of friends the next.
Don’t you just love it how they can be at each others throats one minute and the best of friends the next.
Don’t you just love it how they can be at each others throats one minute and the best of friends the next.
Don’t you just love it how they can be at each others throats one minute and the best of friends the next.
Yeah, Diana, it's like riding a gosh-darned emotional rollercoaster.
Yeah, Diana, it's like riding a gosh-darned emotional rollercoaster.
Yeah, Diana, it's like riding a gosh-darned emotional rollercoaster.
Yeah, Diana, it's like riding a gosh-darned emotional rollercoaster.
Yeah, Diana, it's like riding a gosh-darned emotional rollercoaster.
Yeah, Diana, it's like riding a gosh-darned emotional rollercoaster.
Yeah, Diana, it's like riding a gosh-darned emotional rollercoaster.
Yeah, Diana, it's like riding a gosh-darned emotional rollercoaster.
LOL! I hate when I miss moments like that. It’s the very reason why I spend an hour a day working on my super-sonic hearing and wide-angle vision.
LOL! I hate when I miss moments like that. It’s the very reason why I spend an hour a day working on my super-sonic hearing and wide-angle vision.
LOL! I hate when I miss moments like that. It’s the very reason why I spend an hour a day working on my super-sonic hearing and wide-angle vision.
LOL! I hate when I miss moments like that. It’s the very reason why I spend an hour a day working on my super-sonic hearing and wide-angle vision.
LOL! I hate when I miss moments like that. It’s the very reason why I spend an hour a day working on my super-sonic hearing and wide-angle vision.
LOL! I hate when I miss moments like that. It’s the very reason why I spend an hour a day working on my super-sonic hearing and wide-angle vision.
LOL! I hate when I miss moments like that. It’s the very reason why I spend an hour a day working on my super-sonic hearing and wide-angle vision.
LOL! I hate when I miss moments like that. It’s the very reason why I spend an hour a day working on my super-sonic hearing and wide-angle vision.
Awesome. My boys are both best friends and worst enemies. It’s maddening.
Awesome. My boys are both best friends and worst enemies. It’s maddening.
Awesome. My boys are both best friends and worst enemies. It’s maddening.
Awesome. My boys are both best friends and worst enemies. It’s maddening.
Awesome. My boys are both best friends and worst enemies. It’s maddening.
Awesome. My boys are both best friends and worst enemies. It’s maddening.
Awesome. My boys are both best friends and worst enemies. It’s maddening.
Awesome. My boys are both best friends and worst enemies. It’s maddening.