There probably was once a time when Jerry could eat a meal without a kid climbing atop him...
...or, if one did, he'd notice and stop his conversation.
But, now? Nahhhh, Jerry was barely conscious of Norah scaling him as we talked that it didn't truly register with him until I got up to get the camera.
And, do you notice that crooked lamp in the background? See how it's bent in about 3 different directions? I think before we had kids, we had straight lamps. Now? Fuggitaboutit!
Today, Jerry and I were doing some car shopping (that's another story: coming soon!), and as we passed by a row of shiny sports cars, I joked that we could buy one of those in about 20 years (there were also some extended jokes about buying a sports car now anyway, and just strapping the kids to the back and letting them ride "al fresco"), and this evening it occured to me that also in 20 years, I should be able to live in a house with straight lamps and to have a meal without being climbed like a flight of stairs.
Right? Life does get less-circus-like eventually?
Just say it does.