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!
2 comments:
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.
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!
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