My life is really busy. I've got two little boys (no, I don't wish I had a girl) and a Gus (puppy), all of whom slobber on me, wrestle with me, accidentally pee on me, and fill my days with endless laughter and joy. Ohh, and dirt. My issue isn't whether this shirt goes with those pants; it's which shirt hides more signs of boy. It's the life of a girl surrounded by truckloads of testosterone seeking a little perspective and the occasional opportunity to pee on my own.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
"Umm... he's not going to push, right?....." "Ohh, I am definately going to!"
Ok so the fact that they adore each other more than anything is probably the cutest thing about having two. It certainly isn't the laundry. Or the cheerio wars. Or the pee games. Definately not the pee games.