I was mopping the tile downstairs today. (Yes, I know! Exciting! That green monster of envy just reared its ugly head, didn't it?) Zoodle had been fussy, so I'd put him in the swing and was occasionally singing to him and replacing his binky, hoping to hold him off long enough to finish my task.
Suddenly I heard Chickie's laughter. I looked around the corner. She was kneeling in front of the swing, and whatever she was doing was entertaining--Zoodle was watching her with a wide grin, his gray mood gone.
How great is that?! I'm used to doing housework and taking breaks to take care of two kids who are going in two different directions. I wondered, "Is this how it will be as they grow up? Two kids entertaining each other and making my job easier instead of harder? I could handle that!"
Then I got to thinking. Chickie can feed Zoodle. She can entertain him. What in the world am I doing here? She's doing my job better than I do!
Oh, yeah. Chickie is lacking one important thing. Or rather, two. As great as she's getting at entertaining Zoodle, any attempt to nurse him is going to be very frustrating for both of them.
Yeah, I guess I'll stick around. Nothing replaces Mama's mik, and nobody replaces Mama.