So I’ve been thinking WAAAY down the road for Little S. I hope she appreciates it.
After realizing practically everyone I know has girl babies, and worried about a drought of boy babies for her to someday marry (unless of course she will prefer the company of females. which is of course, acceptable) I told Big S we should probably think about arranging a marriage now. I mean, once people figure out that there aren’t enough boys to go around, I think it will be all the rage, and dowries will quickly rise out of our price range for desirable males of suitable breeding and class. So, I got right on it. Today at the dog park a nice woman was doing her good turn for the day and asked after Little S and how old she was. Come to find out she has a 1 year old. She was amenable to an arranged marriage between the two. She said he was cute. She seemed very nice and upbeat and had a dog too. Sounds perfect to me. Although she was on the short side, so Little S may tower over her husband. Little S, your future husband is named Abraham. That’s a good, strong biblical name. Big S, you’ll be in charge of negotiating the dowry. And hey, this way you don’t have to worry about her dating!
Working from home and child chasing when my workload is over the top is admittedly not fun for either of us. After some extra crawling around time while I pressed on, someone was VERY ready for her nap. Maybe a little too ready.
She has some strong feelings against being put on her back, especially on the changing table Seeing as how we wouldn’t really be good parents to leave her in one diaper for the whole day, especially in cloth diapers, the changing table is kind of unavoidable. Add up a messy diaper, resulting in the need for a whole new outfit, lots of wrestling to try and get the diaper off and minimize mess, not to mention a new one on along with a Mom eager to get her to sleep so she could go back to work and you’ll see who won the clothing battle.
(she looks pretty smug about her victory,no?)
Yes it’s winter and the house is 62 degrees, but she didn’t want clothes on, except diaper and one sock, so she went down for her nap that way. Don’t call DCFS yet though. She napped under two comforters and next to a 98.6 degree Mom-person. We put on clothes after her nap.
Enough fun. My quest for another 60 hour work-week beckons!