The title of this post is something Husband said to me after I got the call to head to Boy and Girl’s home to help with Sweet E, but couldn’t because I had caught a cold. You’d Never Make It In The Big Leagues Yes, we relate our life to sports stuff around here. I …
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Yep. A new first. I was nervous and excited just like with all my other firsts. I was jonesing for this first. Had been waiting all day. The anticipation was high; emotions were out. of. control. Then, as my first became a reality, I realized it was actually two new firsts: #1) Holding my new …
We got the call at 4am. Husband rolled over and smiled, “It’s GO-TIME!” We scrambled out of bed and ran around with 4am excitement ruling everything we did. For the most part we got everything in the car that was meant to come with us, then off we went into a dark, foggy driving rain. …
Who just had this reaction after reading that title: ~gag~?! Come on now, you should know better than that. OMT isn’t gonna gross you out. As a site owner/blogger/occasional iffy vlogger, I do lots of rooting around the Internets looking for the very best for you. While this site is mainly focused on grandparents and …
Waiting for FB in this world, as he continues to grow in his, is akin to having one foot in Oklahoma and one in Texas; there’s a part of me in each state. Isn’t it true? When we were pregnant with our own children, this balance was pronounced in the last days of pregnancy. Not …
Friday I was jumpy and fidgety and holy hell cray cray as some of you say (fine, as I say). I needed a run desperately. Husband even called me mid-morning: You’re gonna go run, right? Meh. I wasn’t feeling it, which I can tell you is unusual. Then, I thought of Husband and how he …
Let me tell y’all that I’m feeling the excitement grow as FB* dives lower and Momma starts peculating. No. Nothing, as in active labor, is happening right now, but it could happen in under a week. I have the 29th in the baby-pool, but Girl needs to get to the 31st, for school purposes. ON …
I can’t get out of my mind how Boy and Mrs. Boy must be feeling as they round third to FB’s due date. All the emotions prior to Boy’s birth have settled in my bones these last few weeks. They appear in moments of quiet. They shout YES! when I get an update from Boy. …
Oh Dear Readers, I’m going to be a grandmother. Me. The gal who cusses like a sailor, shoots guns, runs marathons, yells at the Crazy Bitches of Whatever City at Bravo, is mortified by Honey Boo Boo but still manages to watch, eats candy like a 12-year-old, snorts while laughing and finds fart jokes immensely …