I've had a rough week this week. MY hormones are crazy and I am a different person temporarily. I know of one particular crazy girl who I defriended from FB who was an acquaintance in our mommy group who was always paranoid about everything. I now wonder how exhausting it must be to be her! Luckily so far, the pregnant crazies don't last very long with me - it's a couple of days here or there, and usually when it's happening I know that it's happening, not that it makes me feel that much better in the moment.
I see a bunch of two year olds walking around with pacifiers and for the first time, I'm glad Myles didn't take to it. Not that I didn't try! He just rejected it when he was about 4 months old. Along with the bottle - ugh! But whatever, he's off the boob and the pacifier now and he looks like a big boy and I like that. 2 isn't too old for a pacifier, it just LOOKS too old to people who can't gauge kids age. It just looks like a kid walking around with a pacifier, not a baby.
I'm watching 2 kids today, but it was almost 3! That would've been interesting. I would've just worn the 5 month old in a carrier and the 2 year olds sort of entertain themselves. I just have to check in with Myles often about whether he's got to potty or not.
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