Flashback: Things I Used to Ponder Throughout the Day
I wrote this on my old blog when Teddy was one and Oliver was a newborn and Jack was not even a twinkle in anyone’s eye.
Please, please stop feeding your waffles to the animals. The dog is allergic to everything and those waffles could cause her to chew her feet off. Not to mention YOU won’t be eating them which I do care about.
Crap! The hall door is open! Which deathtrap room did he go into?
How much of that food is in your hair?
Are you dancing to the sound of the baby’s cries? Because there is no music…
Why does this stinking monitor say it’s out of range when we’re inSIDE the house?
Where did you get my phone?
I can’t believe the amount of liquid that just came out of this baby. I should have named him Vesuvius. Nickname?
You’re reading my Kindle upside down. Also give me that.
Was that a fart or is there actually something in there?
I thought newborn poo wasn’t supposed to smell as bad…
If I can tolerate the baby’s “feed-me-instantly” cries for three more minutes I can get Teddy’s lunch ready and put him in his high chair so he can feed the dog, while simultaneously making a bottle and then feed baby as well…
Is there someone I can hire to potty train my toddler? This should be a service.
Do NOT whack the kitty on the head with my brush.
How can you tell if a cat has a concussion?
Can you give me a burp? That was the wrong end.
Would it be wrong to tape the pacifier to the baby’s face or maybe fashion something out of elastic?
These are but a few of the myriad of things that run through my head on any given day…