8/27/2004 10:56:10 PM|||Amy|||At least - or maybe, at most - I have 3 beautiful, loving kids. Yep. They drive me nuts and I often feel overwhelmed, and at least once every few days I think to myself, "Wow. I have a lot of kids. How did I end up with so many kids?" But, I know in the end that I know love through them, and as I guide them - they in turn guide me - and maybe in the end, they will grow up well in spite of all the drama which characterized their early childhood. Let's all offer up food to the Gods that they will turn out to be happy, well adjusted people - just... Gods? Please don't punish me or the wild animals and former prime minister of Great Britain for not knowing that you consider grilled shrimp as repugnant as I might consider broiled roaches served with spider pesto pasta.

So, Monkey wants me to hold her all the time. Not just some of the time, but ALL the time. And she wants me to hold her right now, or she is going to take a pair of scissors out of a pen jar which sits beside me and is going to run with them or cut with them or do something that will force me to get up from this computer lickety-split and take care of her furry little highness.

And Bear wants to go to bed, but first I have to carry Monkey with me to the bed and enlist her help in stripping the bed and washing the sheets. After the sheets are dry, then we will re-make the bed and let Bear lay down where he will promptly pee all over it again because apparently he lacks the ability to wake himself up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and I lack the ability to care at 3 in the morning that he is peeing all over the bed because I am so exhausted that a little boy who chronically wets the bed doesn't seem as bad as a little boy who chronically poos the bed and anyway, it will all turn right in the end... probably.

Thirdly, beautiful little Winston is just the most gorgeous, happiest baby for whom I could have hoped, and I'm sure that sometime soon I will be able to tell stories about her that will be confused in later re-tellings as, "now which kid was it that poured the can of melted Crisco (which is basically animal free lard, right?) down the drain and somehow blocked all the sewage lines in a 3 mile radius?"
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