Monday, October 29, 2007


Call it what you want - say what you will. Honest to God, I had kids so that I could torture them some day the same way I was tortured growing up.

Don't feel sorry for them. I endured weeks of nausea, 27 months of incubating them, hours of NATURAL childbirth and the pain of squeezing those 3 melon heads out of my cooch. (I'm quite eloquent with words, aren't I?) This was followed up by months - years it seems - of sleepless nights, crying, talking back, snotty noses and temper tantrums. And, yes, I'm fully aware that the best is yet to come. Therefore, the following is just a small example of what I will be collecting as they grow up before me.

And for those who can't see the video - here's a little glimpse of what's inside:

Yes, I truly love being a mother!


Kimono Karen said...

Cold hearted woman. Those poor children. Lemme have 'em... I'll make sure the only time he wears a dress is if he has a decent pari of heels to go with it.

Lisa said...

Funny but you under estimate me! He DOES wear heels. Granted they are of the plastic dress up variety, but heels none-the-less. In fact he runs better than Megan does in those darn things. Heck, he probably runs better than I do in them!