"You haven't written about Archer in a while," my mother said to me yesterday when she came up for the day to visit.
"Yes I too have!" I said.
But wait... was she right? Was I writing more about Fable than Archer? I certainly am spending more time with Fable... OH MY GOD! Is this what happens? Am I scarring him for life? Does he feel less loved?
I spent the most part of last night telling Archer over and over that I loved him. He finally pushed me away from him and said "NOOOO! STOP!"
BUT I STILL LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS I ALWAYS HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL AND FABLE IS NOT HERE TO REPLACE YOU AND YOU'LL ALWAYS BE MY BABY FOREVER AND EVER UNTIL I DIE!!! AHHHHHH!!!
The truth is? He has every reason to be angry and upset and regressing in the bathroom department, throwing puzzle pieces at my face et al. Try as I might, with a baby attached to my person 24/7, my first child has become my second priority.
Archer colors California red, rebelling already.
I'm sorry, dude. I'm really trying. I swear.
*In other news, blogging about Fable again and how much I love her and OH MY GOD, Archer. I owe you a drink. Apple juice on the rocks, perhaps? Milk with a chocolate garnish?
**Also, second episode of Momversation is up! Are your online friends as important as your real life friends?