I HATE giving my kids showers or baths. It hurts my back, and I get all wet. I feel like a bad mom, but I have absolutely no patience for that. Luckily, the boys can do it themselves, but Avery has a lot of hair, and she doesn't really cooperate with me. Today, I apologized for losing patience with her. She said something like, "It's okay. You always yell at me in the shower." But she was still happy, so I guess she's not scarred from it.
The other day, I was making Preston lunch. He was standing right next to me, and he said, "Oh Mommy, I can really tell you have a baby in your tummy now." "Why," I asked, "because my tummy's getting big?" "Yeah, really big, really REALLY big."
Well, I am pretty big for being only four months along, but what's he going to think when I'm seven or eight months along if he thinks I'm really big now?