Bow Chicka Bow Bow Is A Thing Of The Past…
So it went something like this:
Bow chicka bow bow, “together” time on the horizon!
The moves are being made, the lights are dimmed, music is on (ok, I am lying about all that but you get the fliipin’ idea) and all systems a go.
The Big Guy: “I hear feet” pitter pat coming down the hallway.
Mommy: “Are you kidding me?”
The Big Guy: “Hi Ali!!!”
The Babe: “Hi Daddy, me no like my bed, sleep here” as she jumps right on up between us.
Mommy: “I guess I will sleep in her damn bed. Ali, will you move over a bit or should I go to your bed?”
The Babe: “Night Mommy, me sleep with daaaddeee!”
The Big Guy and I give each other a smile and a fist bump. Well shit, I guess it will happen at some point. But come on, give me a frickin’ break!
March 28th, 2007 at 9:47 am
How the hell do they always know? At our house, it’s Bridget waking up and crying at a most critical moment. Nothing spoils the mood faster than a crying baby . . . well, except for a child actually standing in your room! (or your SIL walking in on you, but that’s a story for another time)
March 29th, 2007 at 10:17 pm
Ahhh yes, they have a secret radar to tell when the critical time is!
March 31st, 2007 at 10:14 am
Bow Chicka Bow Bow Is A Thing Of The Past……
The moves are being made, the lights are dimmed, music is on (ok, I am lying about all that but you get the fliipin’ idea) and all systems a go….
April 2nd, 2007 at 2:56 pm
I hate that. They know. It sux!!