There is nothing in this world that makes you enjoy being a parent more than when it's 11:30 at night and your oh so close to enjoying a peaceful diaper-free sleep only to hear the door creak ever so slowly open followed by the soft padding of size 7 feet on carpet, followed by the words... "Daddy, I want juice". And then, because you are the self-proclaimed best parent in the world, you joyfully stumble out of bed, guide your child to their room, only to find that their bedroom smells like the restroom of Taco Bell after Free Bean Burrito Night. This is what I call Mady's Special Delivery. Pull-up changed, sleep disturbed, I've only got 1 thing to say, "Happy Mother Day, love, next one's on you."
On a more positive note, Madison and Mallory have learned to communicate with each other verbally. The bad part is their communicating consists of inaudible shrieks that are akin to the noises made by the aliens in "Mars Attacks". Not particularly pleasant on the ears, but I do give them an "A" for effort.
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