A “Very Important” Doula Meeting
June 23rd, 2010
So my husband Ryan was on kiddo duty tonight while I was playing volleyball downtown. He was playing guitar and chilling and lost track of the kiddos and went to seek them out in our ghetto mansion. Hearing mischief upstairs he came upon them in the sewing room. As soon as Azalea (3) heard him coming she met him at the door, barring his entry. Ryan asked “can I come in?” and Azalea said “No, we are having a doula meeting.”
It turns out that she and Ryker (1) were just unravelling my spools of thread and causing trouble, but I guess somehow she picked up if you are doing something really important and don’t want to be disturbed, that’s a “doula meeting”. I wonder where she got that. 
AS.
