When I get home now, I go straight upstairs to change, go back downstairs and through the dining room to get to the kitchen to put away the milk and put down the mail. Why do I not stop by the family room before or on the way? Because of the girls reaction to me.
As sweet as it is, it’s going to give Ron a complex! 😉
Here is what happened today. Emily was in her exersaucer and Abby was on Ron’s lap drinking her bottle. They DID NOT know I was home yet. I went upstairs and changed, came back down and went into the kitchen. Em saw me while I was at the refridgerator. She contemplated (I could see her thinking “Who is that over there?”) and then started getting pouty apparently realizing it was me.
Then, Abby, recognizing that Emily was getting upset, stopped eating, looked around, spotted me and immediately started crying. So, Em officially started crying and both babies were waling and I hadn’t even gotten to the kitchen table between the kitchen and family room yet!
In the span of 30 seconds, our house went from peace, quiet, and happy playing/eating babies, to a mad house because of me.
I got Em out of the exersaucer, took Abby from Ron and life was good again.
Oh the joys of being the Mom. 😉