March 5th, 2013

one for each

During the last three months of my pregnancy the Peanut wanted me all the time. I had to put him to bed, I had to do nap time, I had to feed him, I had to read, etc., etc. Everything was “Mama do” and it drove the Chop nuts. It drove me a little nuts too, particularly as sitting on the floor and picking him up became impossibly hard.

The day we came home with the Bean, it was “D-da do” and it hasn’t stopped since. D-da has to put him to bed. He has to read to him. He has to feed him. I’ve suddenly become persona non grata and it’s half sad/half annoying. According to books (and everyone), he thinks I’m the Bean’s property now – and he’s mad at me for it. I’m not sure if that’s the case or not, but it’s made life very interesting.