hidden meanings and babies on unsuspecting legs
despite an uncanny ability to accurately determine after discount prices as i stand in check out lines, math is not a strong point for me.
it has taken me three days to realise that three crawling babies are no match for my two legs.
if i stand too long in one spot, suddenly i am aware of my pants being tugged in a few directions. looking down, i see two green eyes and four blue ones looking up at me and six wobbling legs all trying to stand.
no wonder God didn’t create kids to be toilet trained before they hit two. they need those nappies to pad those landings. still clutching a handful of my pants, thoomp a baby will land on their tushie, usually after a determined sibling pushed them aside in their quest to climb my leg.
this interest in my calves reminds me not a little of an oversexed dog. so when i look down and see my earnest babies, i have to laugh. but it is also a reminder to me that i cannot stand too long in one spot (ah yes, a deep life lesson brought to you by tess). the dangers are too great. today i was standing by the telephone, and as i turned around, i realised i had stepped on something soft. it was sela! she started to cry and as i picked her up (and she stopped crying i might add) i realised i had seen her not 30 seconds ago chewing on jasper’s sock 10 metres away. these crawling kids are getting fast!
thankfully, jasper isn’t part of the equation just yet. he is a groovy kind of dude and happy to observe. he’s handsome enough to be a television commentator (or mtv v-jay), and is happy enough sitting. as long as i am no where near him when i stop moving, i don’t have to worry about him clamboring up my leg. but avoiding the j isn’t something i aspire to.
the babies love racing around. they really do. and if they are not climbing up me, they are heading to table or high chair legs. their heads have so many red stripes resulting from falls they resemble candy canes. AND IT’S ONLY MARCH.
yes, i have mila and lita, but babies are still falling to the floor. i don’t remember it being like this with sebastian. possibly because sebastian never had to deal with the moving obstacles the triplets do. carys will place a steadying hand on sela’s back, and get to her feet, only to crash two seconds later when sela slides away.
i don’t have the feet, arms or eyes necessary to keep this crew bruise free. what sort of world is this where the safest place for them is clambering up my leg where i will step on them???? man, is that another analogy? not deliberate, so it doesn’t count. unless you are freudian. and if you are, well, then you’re probably still climbing your mother’s leg.
