57 thoughts on “Bow Before My Intellect”

  1. With my second child I got so exhausted I can relate. I had to stop nursing him as I was so anemic and had 3 children under the age of 4 (2 step-kids lived with me). After I put him on the bottle, nutramagin (sp? he was allergic to milk and had colic) I remember attempting to feed him the flashlight instead of his bottle! Poor baby kept crying and I was puzzled why he wasn’t happy until I tried to turn on the bottle. 🙂 I always used a flashlight for nighttime feedings with all four kids so they knew when night was and didn’t think it was play time.

    My new grandson is 12 days old today and he’s doing good. I’m enjoying keeping up with little Hank too. Is Hank real alert yet? I’m just so amazed at how baby Tristan looks everywhere already.

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  2. Once, while about to take a vitamin, I poured water into my hand and put my mouth to the vitamin bottle as if to drink it.
    And, um, I have nothing to blame it on, like a baby to worry about or anything.
    Here’s to feeling better in comparison, aye?

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  3. Let’s see: poured the OJ on the Cheerios, showered with the glasses on, left the house in my slippers (what? they’ve got hard soles), forgot to finish buckling kid 1 in car seat because kid 2 couldn’t find her pacifier (“Mama, I not safe!”) and then backed over the garbage can? I wish I could say that this had only happened once…. Of course, kid 1 did have the giggles all morning (“Mama, you silly!!) Yes, child, yes I am.
    Welcome to the club, Mama Maggie. Glad to have you join us.

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  4. oh, how i remember those times. wait, it’s been 10 years since i had my son and i’m still that way. wonder how long we can blame it on the kids?

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  5. On day 2 returning from the hospital with our fresh newborn, we almost burnt down the house sterilizing the breast pump. Hubby had fallen asleep with the baby and forgot he’d put the breast pump on the stove to boil and sterilize, and, next thing you know, there’s a charred breast pump on fire on our stove. It took months to get rid of that charred toxic plastic smell out of the house. We bought an electric sterilizer.

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  6. Root beer in hand I said: Do you want some roast beef?
    My husband answered: Sure.
    I handed him the root beer.
    We stood.
    He asked: And roast beef?
    Me: And?
    He: Chips.
    I returned with a root beer: Did you want ice with your roast beef?
    He: And chips?
    I handed him the root beer and left.
    I returned with chips: Honey, you want a root beer?
    He: Ice too?

    God love him for waiting to laugh until later, much, much later.

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