Any time we are expecting a new child, and somebody jokes, "Hey... maybe it's twins!" I kind of want to punch them in the throat. The first three months can be rough, and I can only imagine what it's like getting a double dose of that--you and your significant other are survivors! xD
My hat's off to you... much respect ;D
I used to think that way when I was a kid too... then I had kids:
"Dad, I can't find the broom."
"Did you look in the laundry room where it has always been since the very first day you blessed this home with your presence, and where you have often fetched said implement in times past?"
"Uh.... found it!"
-Or-
"Okay! We cleaned our room... can we play on the computer now?"
"Will it pass inspection?"
"Uh..."
"If I go into your room right now, will I agree that it's clean or will I have to call Child Protective Services to come get you before something happens that sends Daddy to jail?"
"I'll go check again."
3 minutes later
"Okay, now it's clean!"
"What if I check under the bed?"
"Be right back!"
3 minutes later
"Done!"
"Closet?"
"Lemme go double check..."
This scenario can go on until it's so late that it's time for bed (and when they try to go to bed it is ultimately discovered that all the offending items have been meticulously spread over their bed and covered with the bedspread, or neatly shoved into their pillowcases). I don't know how old a kid has to get before he/she realizes that it's less work to actually do the work than it is to eternally cut corners.
I can laugh about this, but it has my wife seeing red xD
Oh the great memories! I used to be exactly like that, too bad for my parents I discovered they never really did any inspections so if you just said "yes" with enough confidence the first time, you were ok. Even if your stuff was stashed about everywhere it could fit, except in the place it belonged.
Father of triplets here.
They are our "only" kids: girl, boy, girl.
And they're great. But, yeah.....
Put it this way. They kids were born in July of 2011. Skyrim came out in November. We got Skyrim (and a computer to run it) in December. Between my wife and I, we have logged *countless* hours in that game.
Because, with triplets, there is no "going out to a nice restaurant to annoy the other patrons". No freakin' way. The girls were carsick, the nearest restaurant is at least 20 minutes away, and just the *effort* involved in going anywhere with 3 toddlers is spirit-breaking.
And you can't really get a babysitter or pawn them off on the in-laws for a few hours, because it's *three freaking toddlers*. You can't dump that on someone else!
So the only option for "getting away" on a regular basis is "getting *mentally* away", and Skyrim has really fit the bill. :)
I did that to my father when I was 2 as well. He and my mother were watching TV in bed, I came in and sat on his chest and looked him in the eye, said "hi daddy" then smashed my toddler fist down, breaking his nose.
I can only conclude that all toddlers are violent towards their fathers and secretly loathe them.
Wow, Paul... triplets! There is something sincerely terrifying about having one more child than the Missus is equipped to feed naturally xD
I was going to say that I could definitely see myself logging some serious Skyrim time in that situation, but honestly... I think I would spend most of my time trying to find a quiet spot to sleep. I get tired just thinking about it ;D
That's awesome, but there's no way it would fly with my wife... she takes names serious, and the cooler they are, the more frivolous she sees them. She shot down 'Atom' while we were still dating, and in one of her weaker moments I got her to consider 'Dermot' (a good Irish name) for our youngest son until I mistakenly said, "Yeah, and the cool thing is every time we get upset at him it sounds like we're swearing, 'Get that backpack off the floor, Dermot!'
The child's name is 'Declan' now (which is too bad, because he does a lot of things that make me feel like swearing xD)