A taste of life at our house during a three hour period leading up to and including dinner and bed time as told through actual postings from my Twitter account. (Thanks, TC, for helping me see the humor!)
Dear son: pulling your tube *out* is supposed to hurt. Putting it back *in* isn’t. You’re doing it backwards. Love, Mama
p.s. to my son: Next time you pull out your tube, please let me know sooner? That hole closes *awfully* fast, lovie. K? Thx, Mama xoxo
Dear son: “Third time’s the charm” doesn’t apply to pulling your feeding tube out.
Dear son: STOP WITH THE DAMN TUBE ALREADY. Love, Mama & Papa
And the tweet I didn’t have a chance to send:
Dear son: Thanks for passing out cold in my arms at 7:15 tonight. The feel of your snuggly little body nestled against me —your forehead against my lips — makes me forget all the rest. Love, Mama