One of my girlfriends is now the mother of 3 boys….3 boys under the age of 6…
I don’t why that scares me…I did it…but I was much younger then.
She called me with a funny “little boy mama” story.
She and her husband had the two little boys and the newborn all loaded in the car. They have a rule when traveling with the baby….Don’t bother him in the car. Don’t peek in his carrier, don’t poke him. Her newest son is still at the stage where when woken, he can go from whimper to blood curdling scream in 3.5 seconds.
She tells me that he is still eating every hour and a half…and when he wants to eat, there’s no putting him off.
I remember when Sam was two weeks old, we went for a baby checkup. He weighed 8 1/2 pounds. The doctor told me that he should be eating every 4 hours….I looked at her, me, a vintage mama of 4 and silently scoffed at her. IF I had let Sam go 4 hours without eating, the Sheriff and Social Services would have been on our doorstep.
As my girlfriend and her husband were trying to grab a few minutes of conversation in the front seat….(we all know what thats like)….the two older boys were in the back seat…pestering the newborn.
Little Alex had had enough. Within seconds he was screaming like a banshee and my friends were still 10 minutes from home. When they finally pulled in the driveway, which seemed like an eternity, her husband turned around in the front seat and said, “Now, what has this experience taught us?!”
As Alex was scooped up by his frantic mama…
Two little voices could be heard over the quieting sobs….”Don’t bother the baby.”