This post is a bit of a sequel to Parenting Pipedreams. Some of them are starting to look a little less Pipey.
I love babies. I really love my babies. I love the squishy-ness, the contact, everything. Parenting very small people is fantastically delicious. It’s also INtense. And as much as I love it, I have to admit that I’m also a little bit happy that the intensity is starting to subside a little.
As of the last time I risked putting a finger into Lady Fair’s mouth, she had 15 teeth. That makes us 87.5% done teething.
Since Lady Fair is super into doing EVERYTHING like her brother, I estimate we are also about 88% done diapers.
The kids sleep in (read: >6:30 a.m.) more often than not now, so we’re about 75% done with ridiculously early mornings.
We’re 99.9% done with baby gates. In fact, I had taken the gate down, but Mr. Fair inexplicably put it back up.
I am 50% done wrangling small arms into seemingly smaller shirt sleeves.
Now that I leave the house three whole days a week for school, I get to drink 14% of my coffees while they’re still hot! That might not seem like a lot, but let me tell you…