It's been said that good things come in threes. Or is it bad things?
I can't remember for sure, but what I do know is that our brood is expanding and our two kids will be three and our family of four is going to become five. I feel that sleepless nights, those blue sucker ball turkey baster things, and black tar poop is such a distant memory. However, the reality of my situation is that I get to relive those glorious days once again. Suffice it to say, my wife deals with 90% of it, but I complain nevertheless. The Boy and his sister (aka Super Diva) are completely clueless. They have no concept of the impending doom. Cry, sleep, eat, poop...repeat. Cry, sleep, eat, poop...repeat.
The situation is tumultuous right now.
'They' have been telling me that it's no longer man on man, but my wife and I need to switch to a zone defense. Enough already with the football analogies. I get it.
I can't remember for sure, but what I do know is that our brood is expanding and our two kids will be three and our family of four is going to become five. I feel that sleepless nights, those blue sucker ball turkey baster things, and black tar poop is such a distant memory. However, the reality of my situation is that I get to relive those glorious days once again. Suffice it to say, my wife deals with 90% of it, but I complain nevertheless. The Boy and his sister (aka Super Diva) are completely clueless. They have no concept of the impending doom. Cry, sleep, eat, poop...repeat. Cry, sleep, eat, poop...repeat.
The situation is tumultuous right now.
'They' have been telling me that it's no longer man on man, but my wife and I need to switch to a zone defense. Enough already with the football analogies. I get it.