what i am telling you, dear ladies, you already know. i don't care if you are a tree-hugging, peace, love and happiness kind of pro-woman lady, you simply cannot deny that so much of what is said and therefore done on a daily basis are decisions that "man" makes. i would like to say life is 50/50, but i am afraid men carry a wee-bit more weight...and this fact begins in the womb.
when i was carrying the twins, tully was on top of minnie. if that wasn't symbolic enough of how life would be on the "outside", he was literally sitting on her face with his little buttocks in almost every single ultrasound. i always thought that minnie might pop out with an indention of her brother's rear end on her face. wouldn't that be a lovely characteristic to carry through life?
since the babies were born, minnie definitely has been the one to make herself heard. she has no filter on those vocal chords of hers. sometimes she sings to the sky. sometimes she babbles to the diaper gods and swings her hands from side to side like jodie foster did in nell. regardless of her noteworthy babbling, it is her brother that secretly dictates our day. you would never know it from his angel baby facade....but this sneaky southern scoundrel is the one my day seems to be revolving around.
if tully is looking out the window, i decide it's time to go outside. if tully's throwing sweet potato puffs at his sister, i think "awe, how thoughtful". if tully is toddling about behind his walker i think he is doing so at an olympic-bound pace. whatever this boy wants, he gets. while his sweetness is what melts my heart, it is also going to be the thorn in my side i am afraid!
gigi and i took the babies to dinner tonight because ben is working all week on an awful, drag-it-out kind of trial. i needed a "break" and decided a nice dinner out was the ticket. must have bought the wrong ticket or hopped on the wrong train....
within 5 minutes, tully started to attempt to stand in his highchair. my children LOVE their highchairs. they love dinners away from home. they love how everyone compliments them and pats their little heads in awe of how well our 10-month-olds behave in public. emily post would approve of the parsley kiddos' manners.......until now.
ya'll, this little toot was having none of it. by the 30 minute mark, i was getting my meal boxed up in a crappy styrofoam container thinking about what i could legally spank tully with once i got outside (no, no....i didn't but thoughts of inanimate objects danced across my brain). i ended the meal holding him in my lap pulling the wiggles up on you tube. yes ladies, i was that mother looking like a fool letting my kiddo call the shots. he would point at what i was to jump at and i asked how high. not my proudest parenting moment.....possibly one of my worst.
once i got them off to bed, i started thinking about how defeated i felt. i do anything and everything for tully...and move much faster than i do for minnie! i am drawn to fix his problems, tend to his needs, etc...at a preferential speed. perhaps I am to blame? as a mommy, that's not fun to admit.
for god so love the world that he gave his only SON.....hmmmmm........should this have been a sign of things to come? i don't know. what i DO know is that tully was outnumbered 3 to 1 tonight....and he whipped us all.
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