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I’m a…..mother of the halfs?

First of all, congratulations to the ex and his wife on the birth of their new baby.  No, really.  I mean it.

When I picked up the boys today, they came screaming out the door to tell me the news.  And then promptly got in a fight, because apparently Boy 2 had won Rock, Paper, Scissors and therefore the privilege of telling me.  And then Boy 1 just talked faster. And for the moment, that was a bigger deal than the new brother.

Anywhoo… I knew this moment was coming.  My children getting a new sibling.  I thought maybe I would need a bottle of wine, some contemplation or, I don’t know, something.  But the reaction I had was more like if my mother had told me some second cousin from Nebraska whom I had only met once as a child had given birth.  So, it was more like, “huh”  and then, as an afterthought, what did the kid weigh?

I know, I know.  This is an important event in my boys’ lives.  I’m sure stuff will change for them. At their other house.  I do care about that and I’m glad that they are excited and welcoming of their new brother (even if he is named after a rock, heh).  I just can’t seem to get that emotional about it otherwise.

I think I’ll still have that glass of wine though.

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What? No Mother’s Day Breakfast in Bed?

That’s right.  My boys did not wake up early to make me breakfast in bed.  Or coffee.  The little guys did not get out of bed until 10:00.  Lazy critters.

And guess what?  It was great!

No loud yelling and fights.  No loud Guitar Hero marathons.  No screams from Boy 2 as Boy 1 intentionally pushes his buttons.  The silence was bliss.  And the coffee I made was perfect.

And then it didn’t hurt that they were so chagrined for sleeping in, that they jumped to do whatever I said the rest of the day.  Loved it!  Hope all the other mums out there had a great Mother’s Day as well.

Why brain-to-mouth filters are good…

My phone rings last night and the caller ID displays my sister’s name. Being the loving sister that I am, I answer with a “Waaaaasssssuuuuuuup, BEEEEEYOOOOOTCH?”.

Just to hear my four-yr-old nephew holler back, “WWWWWHHHHHAAAAAAAT YOU SAAAAAAY???”

Crap.