"Get Superman out of the toilet!"
"Only dogs can lick theirs."
"No, we don't eat that!"
...or any other of 100 phrases I say on a daily basis to His Highness 1 and His Highness 2, I would have thought it impossible and furrowed my botox-free brow at you.
Now? Now it's all in a day's work!
I do recall "trying" to conceive for over 3 years to "get" the boys. Heck, one would have been fine with me. However, God has a sense of humor and blessed us with twins. Boy twins. Hyper, dirty, all-out boys. My new mantra has become "How did God ever see fit to give me twin boys?!" Granted, it's usually after someone has tumbled down the stairs after their Buzz Lightyear action figure, leaped tall dressers in a single bound or raced into a muddy hole faster than a rat terrier!
You see, I'm not the rough and tumble type, ya'll. I'm a decent, God loving Southern Belle. Sure, I was in the Army, but it was pre 9/11. Things were different then. My biggest concern was finding a hair tie to compliment my naturally blonde hair without offending the uniform standards. I didn't lead a sheltered life by any means. Nor was I reared hosting tea parties with my Strawberry Shortcake dolls or playing dress up. I myself am a twin (juxtaposed by a boy in fact!), but nothing could prepare me for motherhood.
Especially to be their mom!
They amaze me every day with their wit, wisdom (yes, wisdom even in a 3-year-old!) and forgiving nature.
I am
Follow along, won't you!
