Labor is the easy part
I remember begin scared to death about the upcoming birth process. Everybody had their own horror story about hours, pain, delivery and on and on. Each worse than the last.
I’ll be the first to tell you it’s not a walk in the part. But I also know the only way out is through. Plus, it is definitely not the hardest part. The terrible twos, of which I am sure there are some funny toddler clothes talking about, are not the hardest part. The hardest part begins after they are born and never ends even after they move out. The good new - It is the most rewarding and often happy times of your life.
My house was always the place all my son’s friends came to. It was very normal to have 10 teenagers here and not a clean glass left in the house. It used to drive me nuts some day’s. Just a little piece and quiet, that’s all I needed. I guess it’s always feast or famine. Now the house is so quiet and calm I actually took a nap yesterday.
Did you know some babies actually sleep with their eyes open? It’s called “nocturnal lagophthalmos”. It’s normal, but looks really weird. They look like zombies just staring. You could come up with some really
Some of the names celebrities are naming their kids are terrible. How would you like to grow up as Banjo Patrick (Rachel Griffin) or Bronx Mowgli (Ashlee Simpson). More than a couple have named their child Bandit.
I’ve talked a lot about the new puppy. But I have failed to tell you about our “regular” dog. A little boy asked us to watch her for a few hours a couple of years ago and he just never came back. So now I have 2 doge and five cats - the cats can go, and the puppy for that matter also.
Did you mom ever sew? Mine sewed all our
I’m supposed to make each blog varied - but I did do two jets almost in a row - it’s just that winter really does freak me out. I love shorts, tank tops - the less the better.
No, no, it can’t be fall. All ya’ll (yeah I said ya’ll) in the east love the fall. You may have beautiful leaves but the best we can hope for is Indian Summer. Don’t get me wrong, believe it or not, winter in Denver is pretty mild; we are NOT the mountains, and suprising, we are also not a mile straight up. I’ll never forget a guy asking me if it was hard on your car driving to Denver.