My sister had just had her first baby, and I my third. As I was drowning in an endless day of trying to keep two active boys occupied while keeping a newborn on schedule, she called me. Being the good sister that I am, I took the call and listened to her drone on and on about how upset she was because she had only lost twenty-five pounds since having her daughter (a week before!), and how she didn’t like breastfeeding but was worried that if she stopped, her daughter wouldn’t be as smart as she could be, yada, yada, yada.
At that moment, I watched my never-breast-fed knuckle draggers race upstairs to play. I interrupted my sister and said, “Well, Harry and Leo just ran upstairs, and I have about ten minutes before they start dumping toothpaste and shampoo all over the carpet.” So for ten more minutes I listened to my sister lament about how hard it is to have a newborn baby, how little sleep she was getting, and how upsetting it was to still be in maternity clothes, blah, blah, blah. (Again, she had given birth a week prior to this!)
After assuring her that things would get better, I told her I really had to go and see what the kids were up to. She didn’t get the hint, so she stayed on the phone with me as I walked upstairs.
I found the boys in my bathroom, covered in my makeup—lipstick, blush, mascara, you name it (which was also nicely decorating my shower door, counter top, and cabinets). Each kid had also slung one of my free gift totes from various makeup counters over his shoulders. I dropped the phone.
Once the shock wore off, I asked the boys what they were doing. “We’re going to the city!” they both replied very matter of factly. That made me laugh so hard I nearly peed my pants. I made sure to snap plenty of photos of my pretty little men before they went out for their night on the town.
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