My BFF having her first baby is really going to work in my favor. First, Chief and I have been through some crazy stuff (all incriminating photos have been disposed), but nothing bonds you with your bestie like being in the trenches of motherhood together. Second, in a few months I will have a sweet, snuggly newborn to squeeze, love, and get my baby fix so I can slow down this dang biological clock. Third, I am super excited to be skinnier than her and for her ass to be bigger than mine, even if it is only for a few fleeting months. Since Chief told me she was preggers, it made me think a lot about my first pregnancy and all of my big, silly ideas
If I could get all Marty McFly and find 1.21 gigawatts, I would tell a newly pregnant me to lay off the freaking ranch dressing. Do you know how many postpartum miles I had to run to get rid of the damage caused by your pregnancy-ranch-induced cravings? But more importantly, I would take the imaginary list of things I was https://qhrtechnologies.com/dose/levitra-jacumba/95/ levitra minoa see https://greenechamber.org/blog/professional-blog-post-writer-website-for-phd/74/ productos para una ereccion mas larga click write on paper transfer to computer buying xenical without prescription online follow site how to cite an online article in an essay thesis statement for narrative essay term papers us how to delete multiple emails on iphone at once buy cialis from china go to link descriptive essay graphic organizer college how does business writing differ from academic writing cheap school essay ghostwriters website ca https://aspirebhdd.org/health/overnight-shipping-canada-viagra/12/ overcrowding in prisons essay viagra golden's bridge intermediate first year mathematics model papers go here doxycycline without prescriptions persuasive essay for the outsiders https://qhrtechnologies.com/dose/cialis-freedom-plains/95/ cialis dania beach https://www.medimobile.com/erectile/sta-je-levitra/92/ https://greenechamber.org/blog/thesis-statement-for-to-kill-a-mockingbird-racism/74/ https://reprosource.com/hospital/cialis-o-viagra/72/ https://zacharyelementary.org/presentation/life-on-the-earth-essay/30/ https://www.newburghministry.org/spring/how-to-start-college-essay/20/ never going to do once I was a parent, tear it up, and throw it in the air like confetti. That list was something like this:
- My kids will NEVER eat anything but organic or all natural food
- My kids will NEVER eat fast food
- My kids will NEVER throw temper tantrums
- My kids will NEVER take a pacifier
I really do try to feed the kids as much organic and natural food (I know, I’m freaking Mother Earth) as possible; however, sometimes it isn’t economical for a family of four to eat everything organic. So to fix that, I ban Hubby from eating the kids’ natural and organic foods. He is forced to eat the crap with hormones, antibiotics, and the unpronounceable ingredients antibioticstore.online. Don’t start feeling sorry for him. He’s tough, he will survive.
The ban of the fast food was pretty easy at first with Monkey, but I am ashamed to say that Mimi could be found chewing on a McDonald’s nugget way earlier than her brother. Our house is littered with half broken Happy Meal toys as further evidence on my failure to follow my self-imposed fast food ban.
Temper tantrums, sigh. I could count the number of throw down, screaming and crying, red-faced, snotty temper tantrums Monkey has had in his life on one hand. I can count the number that Mimi has had before noon on one hand. Much like her mother, she has a flair for the dramatics and chooses to express her anger, frustration, or annoyance with a fit that would shake even the most seasoned of mothers.
Now the pacifier, the pacifier is a whole different story. Monkey had zero interest in all things pacifiers. Easy! I sort of blame Mimi’s paci addiction on me. Her first year of life, I was her paci pusher. With the littlest whimper or moan, I was handing her a paci.
Come on, honey. This will take the edge off
Try it. You’ll like it. I swear. Would I lie to you?
Everyone is doing it.
And just like that, another paci addict was born. Sometimes she gets so upset she actually double fists pacifiers. Those are really bad days and it is best to stay out of her way.
After her first birthday, we only let her have her paci in bed and on long car rides. But the power of Mimi prevailed with some epic tantrums that had me throwing pacifiers at her by the handful.
Once she was on to our evil plan to banish her paci, she started stashing them around the house. Some places were obvious: in her doll house, shoved in the couch. But some were stealthy hidden: in her shoes, in her shopping cart of play food. Hubby witnessed her pull a paci out of the dog food bin and start sucking away like a nicotine fiend that needed their fix.
Most of the time we get pictures like this:
I call this one “Grumpy Swan.”
Her antics have even been caught on tape. This video of Sneaky Pete shows her trying to get a little paci time when she thinks my head is turned. Watch this little charmer try to giggle her way out of being caught red-handed.
The day will come when the pacifier has to go, but it sure as heck is not today because silence is golden and silence with Mimi is rare.
So my dearest Chief, enjoy being pregnant, be reasonable with the ranch dressing, and go easy on yourself with the things you will NEVER do as a parent. Oh, and the photos may be destroyed, but there are still videos, so you are stuck with me forever!