People often ask us how Fluffy is doing with the boys at home. She loooooves them. She wants to be so hands-on in their care and feeding, and her attachment to them is as strong as it is sweet. Examples:
As I was pumping in the other room, I yelled for Fluffy to leave her crying brother alone. She is not supposed to be alone in the same room with them as the only thing more dangerous to the babies than germs is an unsupervised toddler.
Me: What are you doing?
Fluffy: I’m just giving him his binky.
Me: Get out of there and leave him alone. You’re not supposed to be in there without mom or dad.
Fluffy: But I just have to take care of him all the time!
As we were in the car discussing whether or not to hire another au pair for the fall:
Fluffy: What are you guys saying?
Me: I’m just saying that it’s really, really hard having the boys home.
Fluffy: Well I think that I just love them, and I want them to stay home with us.
But the real killer was when we packed the boys up in their carseats the day after they came home from the hospital to take them to their first pediatrician well check-up.
Fluffy: Where are you taking them?
Me: We’re just taking them to the doctor.
Fluffy: (Bursting into hysterical tears) But I don’t want them to go back to the hospital! They were with us!!