Be prepared for more of this to come...my brain just works in lists!
1. I saw an infomercial the other day for a program to teach babies to read. It was really kinda impressive - these little ones who could barely talk were reading flash cards. Craziness. BUT, if we're going to teach infants to do anything beyond their God given skill level, I vote we work on the ability to BLOW. Blow your nose little baby girl. You hate the sucker bulb, I hate the sucker bulb, it's just no fun for anyone. So, creative people of entrepreneurial America, get to work. I promise I'd buy the DVD.
2. Going to the pediatricians office for 'well-baby' check-ups feels like my periodic performance review. It's not about the babes. It's about me. Am I doing a good job? Have I neglected something? Are you proud of me? Do I get to keep my job? Oh, the stress. Today was so stressful, in fact, that I locked my keys in the stinking car. (I didn't tell the doctor, so he still said I was doing a good job.) The girls did great. They are healthy and beautiful and flirts. They are on all the charts - fifth - tenth percentile of all measurable things. Perfect. I, on the other hand, sweat through my t-shirt and cried after I finally got in the car. (Not really, I don't cry. I do, however, sweat.)
3. I have decided to try to channel my baby A a little more often. That girl can lose her breath laughing so hard at a mere glance in her direction, a raised eyebrow, a ceiling fan. Her whole body gets into it. If she could be upright, she would double over in laughter, 14 times a day. I want to be like her.