Hello! My name is Mrs. Jarcy. I used to be a dog walker. And an actor. Then I became a terribly large and complicated pregnant woman. Now I am Mom and relocated to L.A. via Chicago. I utilize my dog walking skills occasionally (babies and dogs both ignore the command "no") and my acting skills constantly (The Most Amazing Boy To Ever Live is my best audience yet). Here's my story. Blink blink...
Friday, August 13, 2010
Things I Should Feel Guilty Over But Don't Because There's Already Too Much Guilt And I Have Needs To Address As Well So There You Have It
Our good friends are moving here in just a few weeks. I'm so excited for their arrival my heart might explode. The Boys are so close in age you'd think we had planned it (we did not...or did we?). Here are The Boys enjoying the movie Cars "together." Sometimes (most as of late) this is a guaranteed way to ensure The Boy (our boy) won't go crazy staking claim on his toys. With older kids this isn't so much a problem but ones just weeks or months apart in age should be equipped with a full football uniform in the event he decides to tackle.
You mean you plop your 18-month old child in front of the television, essentially rendering him a zombie?
Yes. You don't? It works! See how well they're "playing" together up above? They're loving it "together!" We'll pull out these tactics for as long as it takes. Parents survival skills, baby! I got to eat dinner AND enjoy a brief conversation as a result. Priceless.
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L.A.,
Life With Boy
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