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Mommy, up.
Sorry, honey. But I can only cook dinner, read a story and feed the baby at one time.
Sorry, honey. But I can only cook dinner, read a story and feed the baby at one time.
posted by mo-wo at 9:31 p.m.
Monday, January 15, 2007
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6 Comments:
Can't type. Too busy laughing.
Last night after the 15,000th "UP!", I turned to her and said, "it's not that I don't hear you. It's not that I don't understand the meaning of the word; it's just that I NEED BOTH HANDS TO CHOP ONIONS ALREADY."
Her response: "UP!"
heh. pumpkinpie is keenly aware of how many hands I have, because I keep telling her.
ahhh my daily debate with my daughter. but why is it that I can do three or four things at the same time but my husband!! ugh dont even go there.
Such is my life.
Sadly, too true.
I don't get "up" much now that two of them look down on me (literally) but I do get all three of them, from different parts of the house, wanting something. Usually it's when I'm up to my elbows in dishwater or trying to keep from burning the spaghetti sauce.
And usually it's something they could very well do themselves.
All moms need at least one more hand.
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