This morning I fed and cleaned and powdered our gorgeous girl and dressed her in leopard pants, fur boots and a shirt that says “Wild About Daddy,” and presented her as a gift to Paul. He cooed, and she burst into beaming smiles. (Thus corroborating the statement on the shirt). Then of course I had to scoop up the boy sporting the Big “G” Superhero cape so we could inventory our goods. “What do YOU have Daddy?” “I have an adorable baby girl! What do YOU have Mamma?” “I have this GIANT Superhero Boy!”
Ooh! Aah! Yay!!!
We then proceed to breakfast, replete with fussing, whining, cajoling and timeouts. We eventually get through it with moderate success, once breastmilk was added to the menu (of course), and the Superhero was temporarily robbed of his cape and forced to eat his cereal.
Le grand aventure.