at some point during the course of nearly every day, i think to myself, "what the heck were we thinking? i can't handle another kid. i CAN'T." these aren't just idle threats, either. at the time, i really seriously mean it. and, if i'm being honest, i'll probably mean it again. today, even.
but, then again, who would willingly pass up a chance to be the parent of these precious little persons?
not i, my friends. not i. (heh...but paul just might, on occasion, be willing to rent them out for a short time...yes, that's newborn projectile poo artistically decorating his shirt.)
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ah yes. the flying poo stage - it's a fun one. that's some nice art on paul's shirt. who was the artist on that one?
you're ready britt. you have to be, heh. both your kids are older now, and that helps. als this: how's ye old blood pressure? any signs of inducting that little sucker out of there? :)
seriously...just run and hide :-) Love ya!
Ready or not....
Good luck, my friend! Can't wait to hear great news!
But you make having two kids look so dang easy!
I'm pretty sure that you are NEVER fully ready but I will admit three wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. ALthough Troy claims that three was WAY harder than HE thought it would be. :)
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