How you can tell you’re on your third child


We have a built-in, decorative fireplace in our living room and it’s got a tile floor. I let the kids sit on the tile to eat sometimes, which they did tonight. I also put Eliza on the floor to play while I ate. She immediately commando-crawled over to the tile and started helping herself to JZ’s plate (after he was done). She ate a little bit of the food and she’s now playing in the leftovers and I’m letting her. Why? Because she’s HAPPY and NOT CRYING. Yeah, I’m going to have to vacuum over there in a minute and maybe even run the Bissell Little Green machine but, by gum, I got to eat my dinner in peace. Hey, at least I took the forks away from her.
After I clean up we’re going to start her first knife-juggling lesson.


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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