The new arrival
I opened my window on Feb 1st and a Stork just flew in with a baby girl and I had to accept her, as she had my name on her diaper (that’s the version I gave my niece).
But to all those out there who are above the age of 5, K and I are proud parents of a lil baby Girl “V” , born long and perfect two weeks ago. Being 9 months pregnant and later the whole new mom duties( diaper and feeding again and again and again !!:) ) , held me off blogging for sometime. So I’m slowly stealing time to write this post and hopefully will get time later to read the innumerable posts I missed from my blog pals. So bear with me, I will be around though not as frequent as before and if you see a lot of spelling mistakes, I dare you to do better with 2 hours of sleep a day : )!
Some quotes from Erma Bombeck on her kids, I used to find it funny.. but now I am starting to get worried :D!!
• I interviewed sitters for six months. It's depressing when you realize no one wants to be paid for what you’ve been doing for years for nothing.
• I was against coed dorms from the beginning. Not because it was a sensuous supermarket, but because I felt if anyone ever saw my son’s bedroom in its natural state, I’d never get the kid married off and now my worst fears have been realized.
• Babies should enjoy the freedom to vocalize whether it be in church, a public meeting place, during a movie, or after hours when the lights are out. They have not yet learned that joy and laughter have to last a lifetime and must be conserved.
• I do a lot of thinking about how I am going to merchandise my kids. Frankly, in clear conscience, I don’t see how I can let them go into marriage without slapping a sticker on their foreheads that reads: “This Person May Be Injurious to Your Mental Health.”
• I firmly believe that kids don’t want your understanding. They want your trust, your compassion, your binding love and your car keys, but you try to understand them and you’re in big trouble.
• I read one psychologist’s theory that said, “Never strike a child in anger.” When could I strike him? When he is kissing me on my birthday? When he is recuperating from measles? Do I slap the Bible out of his hand on Sunday?
• I found a letter to my sister the other day that I had forgotten to mail. It just needed a little updating to send. After “The baby is…..” I crossed out “toilet trained” and wrote in “graduating from high school this month.”
• My son never fails to amaze me. At age twenty-one, he has come up with a new way to break his neck. It's called a skateboard.
Keep Smilin ppl