tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283716427167676877.post5934903186375374094..comments2023-04-30T09:52:30.306-04:00Comments on With Love: Child Care ChaosAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08364243679442743127noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283716427167676877.post-43218245075747986032008-07-31T12:47:00.000-04:002008-07-31T12:47:00.000-04:00My mom told me once, shortly after Abby was born, ...My mom told me once, shortly after Abby was born, Nancy, try not to hope for the next phase. When she can't walk, don't hope for the day when she can. When she can walk, don't hope for the day when she can make her own lunch.<BR/><BR/>Mom never said anything about not hoping for the day when they don't spit up anymore or the day when they finally stop pooping their pants. And while, OK, probably no one who's being REALLY honest can say that they MISS cleaning up dirty diapers, what you WILL miss is just the whole blur of it. You'll be almost 54 one day and you'll look back and most of it won't stick out in your memory. Oh, there will be spots and moments, but most of it will be a distant, faded blur. And you will cry, then, just a little tear or two. And you will MISS it, Abby. You will MISS it and, like the song says, You're gonna want this back. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283716427167676877.post-59222207703917303802008-07-31T11:25:00.000-04:002008-07-31T11:25:00.000-04:00Well, bravo and ditto to each of these comments......Well, bravo and ditto to each of these comments...Get that drink, there is wisdom in that. It stops that weird, anxiety loop and centers everything and it just works. Great advice.<BR/><BR/>Nancy is so right. Commit her comment to memory. Make it your mantra...it.is.ok.to.stop.......<BR/><BR/>And what Emmy said...over and over and over and over. Eli was a spitter upper...oy....he never complained about it, it just rolled up and out...he NEVER kept his body fluids to himself...EVAH...but he turned okay...and cute....and righteous...and he got the cute girl in school...so it worked out way good for him ;)<BR/><BR/>and again what Emmy said....I would take the "worst" day back in a heart beat....and smile all the way through it...The Katzboxhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11294319827172611178noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283716427167676877.post-50762347174937371482008-07-30T22:32:00.000-04:002008-07-30T22:32:00.000-04:00"Keep your body fluids inside of your bodies?!" H..."Keep your body fluids inside of your bodies?!" HAHA!!!!<BR/><BR/><BR/>...well done, dear. Another potential classic phrase is born.Eli Bowmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15076681435433410877noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283716427167676877.post-38153879964931204232008-07-30T20:11:00.000-04:002008-07-30T20:11:00.000-04:00Your day actually made twins sound fairly simple, ...Your day actually made twins sound fairly simple, Abby. Craziness happens and when it does, remember. . . if fifty years when all your babies are grown and having grandchildren of their own, you will give anything to have that crazy, poopy, spit-uppy day back with your babies back in your arms. . .anything just for another day when they were little. It's true and it's that perspective that keeps me happy and healthy. LOVE!Emmyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10867430867229327273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283716427167676877.post-22474325713616444112008-07-30T19:04:00.000-04:002008-07-30T19:04:00.000-04:00Here's the secret, Ab: don't be the kind of parent...Here's the secret, Ab: don't be the kind of parent to the twins that I was to you. Read on:<BR/><BR/>If poop flies (and it will) at the same time that the spaghetti-os fly (and they will) at the same time that the phone is ringing (and it will - relentlessly), don't think to yourself, How can I handle all of this beautifully? Don't even think to yourself, How can I handle this? Just use the two arms and the two legs and the one brain that God gave you and let the chips fall where they may. Don't try to turn the two arms and the two legs into four arms and eight legs. Do what you can until you can't anymore and then stop. It's OK to stop. IT. IS. OK. TO. STOP.<BR/><BR/>I love you,<BR/>Mumsy WooAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5283716427167676877.post-80933911168043513612008-07-30T18:37:00.000-04:002008-07-30T18:37:00.000-04:00My mother was recently telling me about when we we...My mother was recently telling me about when we were children and if she would come to pick us up from class/day care etc. and something was wrong/hurt/upset us (fill in the blank) her solution was "let's go get a drink." And no matter how aweful it was, the drink always did the trick. Abby, I think you deserved a drink break!Brown and Servehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02672346977243135632noreply@blogger.com