My youngest had a great idea. Two more brothers. That way he and his brother had other brothers to play with besides each other. WHAT? Yaa, being at home together a lot has caused some major differences to occur. Enough to make us all crazy! Then I imagine what it would be like with 2 more. Egads! Run away!
We talked about if I had more kids now that they would be babies… and not really the right age to play with like the two of them. And of course once you start down a road you see all sorts of stuff. I got an email from Babies ‘R Us on discounted diapers, and I saw the new Bob revolution strollers, and if that wasn’t enough I saw some of my boys old baby stuff still in the garage. Run… Run Away!
Yaa… four boys. I don’t mind it when it’s friends’ kids that come to visit and I can give them back… not sure I want 2 more to raise 24×7. Phew….
Remind them it COULD be two more, but they might be GIRLS! That should take care of it
Bet he’d realize his mistake when he discovered that two more brothers meant less attention focused on him. Not that you would deliberately pay less attention to him, I’m sure, but that’s how he’d likely perceive things.
Girls… that would be funny… and less attention? Geeze, they both swear the other gets more… I can’t imagine the fighting with two more. They stop fussing when I start pointing out what I’ve done for each one. It’s like they fart out the stuff I do for them until I remind them of it. Sigh… children.
You remember my friend, Linnaya? She now has 3 boys UNDER the age of 3. Talk about going nuts.