I have told the girls to stop fighting so many times today that I have officially lost count, so now I’m just sitting here watching them duke it out. So far, it’s Teagan 2; Danika 3.
A+ Parenting, I know.
Teagan: You should be very very afraid right now!
Teagan: Because I just took a big poop and I flushed twice and it still hasn't gone all the way down.
Me: That.. is gross. Keep flushing it until it's all gone.
Teagan: If I was a superhero, I would be Mighty Pooping Girl. Is it a fart or is it more serious.. we may never know.
It took having another baby to realize that I was and have been in complete and utter denial that my almost four year old is not indeed, a baby.
Even when picking him up in my arms at 39 weeks pregnant didn’t send my brain messages that he is huge. He still fit snugly on top of my belly and wasn’t difficult to lift, in my mind.
Now I have a comparison and yeah. My first baby is huge. A little boy. My tiny man. He is so not a baby anymore. I can’t believe it.
And I am dead serious. Complete denial.