Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by MckMama.
I can't believe we almost missed Not Me! Monday. I would never think of posting it a day late just because it is a happy, little break from the monotony of twin pregnancy. Nope, I'm too type A to post a Not Me! Monday on Tuesday... just ask Wes...
"A Pop Tart Father's Day"
Okay, so we all know that these two babies have slowed life down a good bit. Yet, I knew Father's Day was coming. Gabriel and I made sure to get our cards early and had decided to take daddy to breakfast before church. Perfect... right? As it turns out, daddy took Gabriel shopping the night before and made a special purchase unbeknownst to an overly emotional, pregnant mom. The sun wakes up and it's Father's Day - I go to get Gabriel so he can tell daddy "Surprise - we're going to breakfast." I was greeted (in only the way a 3-year old can greet you) with a, "Daddy said I could have chocolate pop tarts." (By the way, are chocolate pop tarts even a breakfast food?) The cries and whines of protest only grew louder and louder as I attempted (albeit briefly) to help my toddler remember today was a special day for daddy. Through the sobs and tears and screams ("I want my chocolate pop tart... I want my chocolate pop tart... daddy said I could have my chocolate pop tart"), this overly tired mom did not decide fine - here, my dear son, are your chocolate pop tarts. Not me - I would never give in to the pitiful cries when we had special Father's Day plans. And, I certainly would not open a second pack of chocolate pop tarts and serve them to daddy with a "Happy Father's Day." Never...
Going on, apologies that this Not Me! Monday has a theme of one overly tired, complaining, woman pregnant with twins. Last week, I did not send Gabriel to Mrs. Lynne's in dirty socks and, yes, underwear, when I realized I would have to go back up both flights of stairs to get to his clean ones. That would be completely gross and it can't possibly be that tiring to go back up a few stairs.
We also had a really good trip to the pool with daddy this weekend (ah - weightlessness) - Gabriel loves the water. He puts his hands over his head and "dives" in... deep and shallow ends. He loves the shallow end where he can just barely touch - climbing out of the water by himself, jumping in, practicing swimming, holding his breath, blowing bubbles, letting daddy throw him (far!!!!)... he is tireless. When we were headed home, daddy was helping Gabriel change into dry underwear by the car. When I heard a "I need to go potty," I did not look the other way knowing my dear husband was going to let Gabriel pee in the swimming pool parking lot. Boys peeing in public places when restrooms are nearby has always been one of my pet peeves, so I would never knowingly let my son relieve himself with the pool restrooms were just back inside the pool gates. Not even if we were exhausted... absolutely not. We would quickly walk him back inside, no questions asked...
That's about it for this Not Me! Tuesday... I mean Monday. Hope everyone has a good week!
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