Failsauce
Actual real IM conversation with my husband:
Me: Sometimes I'm like oh shit we're having a BABY
George: hahaha
Me: like the pregnancy part is so relatively easy
and straightforward then you're like ZOMG WAIT
George: i was just thinking last night how we have to rethink everything
like baths
(Author's Note: Really, just last night? Glad that took FIVE MONTHS to sink in. Go team boy!)
Me: AN INFANT. yes. meals. baths. life
George: yup. play areas
Me: grocery shopping. naps. I'm on top of the play areas part. like we have six months at least of general immobility I want to make S's room more of S's room
like "go play in your room" S's room and I'll need a couple of good nursing areas
like the "while S is running around" nursing area and the "after S goes to bed and mommy can watch TV" nursing area
George: yeah. i already has the area set out for "baby sleeps on daddy while daddy plays WoW"
Me: you're a dick
George: you can play WoW while you're nursing if you want
Me: nice
George: we can name your character Lactatron or something
6 comments:
Ha! One thing you might have to re-think after the baby is calling your hubby a "dick." At least in front of the kids. In private flame away!
We're pretty good about the potty language around the chipmunk. He's 27-months-old now. But I haven't managed to scour my vocabulary completely.
I figure it's some benevolent act of God that the worst shit he comes up with is "Oh my goodness!" and "Oh my lord!" Both from my mom.
It's only a matter of time before he drops an F-bomb on me. I'm sort of just hoping he uses it appropriately.
Now once he can READ, I figure I'm in a whole world of trouble.
Uh, I still turn to my husband almost eight months later and say, "I can't believe we HAVE a baby!!!" So I don't think that feeling of disbelief is going anywhere any time soon!
I definitely still get those "HOLY SHIT" moments about being a mom. I'm not sure it will ever sink in.
Lactatron! Squeeee!
I found your blog from Backpacking Dad. Cute and funny! My kids have those same letters for the bathtub, but they are sixteen months and they think all of them are Ds. They slap one on the wall and go "Deeeeeeee." Then another, "Deeeee!"
Lactatron. Win for George.
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