They drag you to the pool. The freezing cold pool. They run around, laughing, shooting water guns, and eventually, they splash you in the face. Why must they be so wreckless?
When your mother wants a family picture, you fear for your life. Every. Single. Time.
Your "pretty boy" brother wears pigtails better than you do. Not right.
No. Just no.
As if tummy time was not bad enough, you rarely make it 5 minutes without getting hugged, kissed, stepped on or kicked.
Can they not just leave me be!?
You rarely fall asleep and wake up in the same condition. And their accessories simply do not go with the outfit.
They insist that power tools are fun. Please.
You can't even enjoy your brand new, adorable chair, in your newly finished nursery, without, again, fearing for your life.
They seem incapable of understanding the concept of personal space.
They have even convinced your parents that tractors are fun. You have GOT to be kidding me!!!
They are always hogging the iPad. And playing really dumb boy games at that.
I repeat. No. Personal. Space.
Always wondering if you will survive. Just curious. Will I make it another minute? Why are they all surrounding me?
Nothing, not even your adorable girly accessories are safe from boy cooties.
Do you see this!?
Mom, please, please get me out of this madness. What are they even doing? Why do they think that is fun?
Dirty, grimy fingers. In the mouth. In the eyes. In the ears. Eww. Just eww!!!
They just don't get it. I am crying BECAUSE of you. Please don't try to cheer me up. Ugh, boys.
They insist on filling my crib, when I'm only a few days old...have they not heard of SIDS? No stuffed animals in the baby's bed!!