I have to admit, I can’t imagine two babies at once … but my sister, she’s wonder woman. She had six nieces and nephews to practice on, I’ll admit. Still—a natural.
The crazy broad actually invited my three kids over to make Valentine cut-out cookies. She brought homemade donuts to Sunday dinner. The babies were born three days shy of Christmas and she still managed to make cookie trays (and I mean several trays with several kinds of cookies and candies) for the neighbors, friends and family.
And you know what really bugs me? She’s calm. Oh sure, now she’s had a couple of months to settle in. From the get-go, though, she was calm. I remember my first baby. I poked and prodded and pestered that kid so much it’s no wonder she had a scream fest every night from 8-10 p.m. And what did I do to make her stop crying? I fed her. And I fed her some more. Speaking of feedings, not only is my sister the world’s greatest new mother, she’s a milk-makin’ machine!
Don’t be embarrassed, dear sister. I proudly, at this very moment, give you a standing ovation. You are a phenomenal mother. You always were a phenomenal aunt. In fact, from this day forward, your nickname here at Farmgirl Follies shall be PheMom. That’s farm girl speak for phenomenal mom.
I agree completely, definitely wonder woman! I knew from the time that we were little kids that she would be a great mother. We would play house and she would always say that she wanted 12 kids when she grew up. Well, between nieces, nephews, and those sweet little boys, she’s not far from her twelve.
Since I’ve acquired a new title I thought I better use it! I must admit I sit here in tears at the moment after reading your blog! Thank you so much-it means more to me than anything to hear that you think I’m doing a good job! I never thought that my heart could be filled with such love and adoration when I was blessed with neices and nephews…but I must admit with these new arrivals my cup runneth over!