We need to purchase some baby items for our newest little one, but we have a trump card for the retail racket.
Two weeks late. Two pink lines. “Honey, are you ready to be a daddy again?” Calling everyone we know. Tired. So tired. Just waiting for Grace to nap. Queasy. Just a bit queasy. Gerber commercial on TV. “We’re havin’ a baby! Whoop…whoop!” “If it’s a girl, can we name her after my grandma Shelly?” GroundworkingContinue reading “I Was Pregnant”
After a two-year hiatus, I’m back at the blog machine. Not to be confused with the fog machine. Not that anyone was likely to get those confused. Not that those two have anything to do with each other. Sorry I mentioned that. Hope I didn’t cloud anyone’s thought process. Since my last blog post, IContinue reading “Mrs. Young III: the new (and hopefully improved) Miss Laubacher”