Gabriel and Mary made one of their “boats” the other day. This consists of loading most of their toys and all of their bedding onto Mary’s bed and proceeding to sail around the world.
When Erik insisted that they dismantle the “boat” and clean up they made up these charming lyrics:
“Mean old daddy sitting in the tree,
He’s so mean, he can’t kiss me!
Don’t give him a pillow even if he’s grumpy,
Sitting in a tree isn’t very comfy!”
But when Erik pulled chocolate chip cookies out of the oven 1/2 hour later they were suddenly very sweet and apologetic.
“Oh, I’ll talk to you about that later.”
“Hmmm, when I’ve acted sane for two weeks in a row and the laundry is caught up.”
Snort, laugh, guffaw.
“It could happen!”
Here are my five good reasons for having another baby, not now, but someday:
1. I really like babies.
2. I have a serious need for adventure. And aren’t babies the greatest adventure?
3. We’ll have a 4 year window when Ben and Stefan are on consecutive missions and we can’t take any big family trips anyway.
4. One more baby of my own would keep me from being the incredibly annoying mother-in-law who says, “When are you going to give me a grandbaby? How ’bout NOW, NOW, NOW!”
5. Maybe I could be a better pregnant mama this time– hire help, take naps, get a pedicure every month(I didn’t discover pedicures until last year and dearly wish I’d indulged myself sooner).
STOP LAUGHING! I could change. I could. Baby wouldn’t even be a financial burden because surely two years from now I’ll be clipping coupons and OVER, completely over my clothing obsession(OK, you can laugh at that).
“Listen hon. If you want to replicate pregnancy we can do that. I’ll load up a 40 pound frontpack for you, you can drink Drano every morning and be sure to whack yourself with a baseball bat every few minutes to simulate those varicose veins and constant contractions.”
“Seriously, you’ll die if you do it again. And then I’ll die because I’m too old to stay up all night with a new baby. We’ll just create a family of orphans.”
Humpf, I guess there has to be a practical half of every marriage.
Mean old daddy…
“So if we can’t have another baby can we move to Germany in a few years?”