Why isn't Hilly screaming? Because she can see me. We are going through a phase where I am the most popular girl at the prom. If I walk into the kitchen, Hilly starts fussing and Jackie starts chasing me, arms outstretched calling out "My hold you! My hold you!" Try doing laundry while holding 45 pounds of teething, whining babies. I wish this was the future and I could attach to them little jet packs so they could soar along 2 feet behind me. Or I wish I was born with 6 arms. Do you think Jim would still have married me? What if I was born with one of those Inspector Gadget extendable arms? Because I also want one of those.
Yesterday Jack got her knee caught between the crib slats. I wasn't sure how the situation was going to end but I was praying it would NOT end in a broken crib and her sleeping in a toddler bed. We don't even have tentative plans for that move- maybe when she is 4.
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