1. Loud, incessant wailing sort of ruins car sing-a-longs to Frozen--at least for Chica, who held off singing until the racket subsided.
2. Chicklet can, indeed, continue nursing, despite pokes, prods, kisses and head-grabs from her sister.
3. Mama can make scrambled cheesy eggs one-handed, if necessary. But pouring juice from a full container into a small cup one-handed is a spill waiting to happen.
4. If both girls can poo simultaneously, they will. Stinkiest gets first change.
5. When a child is strapped to Mama's chest for a walk and the other is being pushed up a decent incline throughout the neighborhood, official exercise is kind of moot.
My wise husband told me last night that things won't really get easier with the two of them, I'll just acclimate to the new chaos, so things will seem easier.
Nice.
:)
But I still consider it a minor miracle that us three ladies all made it out the door--on time, mind you!--for lunch with Daddy today. Baby steps, baby steps.
Oh, and because Chicklet has been disrupted more than usual the last two days (so Mama can chase after Chicha), she got a snuggle nap today.
Right down there by the womb she called home for nine months.
She'll acclimate, too.
;)
Happy Tuesday, peeps!
Oh, and one more pic...
:)
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