I just realized it has been well over a year since I have posted anything on here. Surely my life has been this boring that no good stories have occurred? I guess I need to get back to it....yet again!
Last night I was on the phone with my older brother, Andre. He has no children and is married. But I consider him to be still single. Actually, I think there should be a whole other category for people who are married and do not have children. I am not sure what it should be called, but it should definitely be a different category. For instance, when I tell Andre that he has to hold on a second because Ria is doing the chicken dance in front of me really fast and really loud, he says "Wow, that must be really funny." He doesn't understand that no, that's actually really annoying. Or, when we are all together and Parker jumps out of a chair during dinner, runs around the table screaming gibberish and slobbering half of his food out of his mouth, Andre thinks its pretty funny, while Joe and I are trying to remind Parker that the rest of the people are sitting down and keeping their dinner inside of their mouths. I am sure if we were in Andre's position of being married without children, we would also think those kinds of things are funny. But we are not. Maybe it is those of us with children who need a whole new label. Crazy perhaps?
While I was on the phone with Andre last night, Joe came down at one point and handed me Indie, all wrapped up in a towel, done with her bath. Not sure what was going on, I let Andre talk to Otter a little bit and go upstairs to see what has occurred during bath time and why is the baby now downstairs. While she was in the tub with Parker, she decided to add some of her own...well....floats to the tub. Since there were so many bath toys in there, Joe did not know she had done this until Parker started fussing about it. When Joe noticed it, he quick scooped the baby out of the tub, soap still covering her all over. Parker had already leaped out of the now-soiled tub. Joe grabbed the net and started pulling out the poop of the tub and putting it in the potty. While he went back to get more, he hears Parker giggling at the top of his lungs. There is Indie, covered in soap bubbles, playing with the poop that is now in the potty. Joe now grabs the baby and puts her in the shower and shuts the door to the shower. As one can imagine, she is not happy with this and she starts screaming. Joe showers her off, getting himself soaked in the process, wraps her in the towel, and that is when he brought her down to me. This is all while Parker was giggling his head off and Ria was doing the chicken dance for him because I had shooed her away from downstairs. And really, when I tell my brother this whole story and everything that had occurred during our phone conversation, all he did was laugh. Seriously, I do not know what people do with their evenings when they do not have children around.
