I sometimes wonder what I am thinking when i do certain things. Like cut my hair, buy a slutty bra, or have babies.
Sure when you have your first baby, its kind of trial and error. Everything is new and you are just blown away daily by the shit that fills up the diaper..what baby can produce so much fecal matter?
You learn to deal with it..then when they are potty trained you still continue to wipe the ass because they just can not get the hang of it and tend to leave skid marks in their spider-man underoo's.
Then you think its a wise idea to add one more baby to that, because handling toddler fecal matter and infant fecal matter is just something one thinks they can handle all at once.
Almost nine years ago I did just that. I added another baby to the well established one I had already.
When you have one wizzing in the crapper and that can put his own underwear on and feed himself, even though u still have ass wiping to do, you are pretty much free and clear of all things baby.
Yet, most of us go do that silly thing and have relations with no means of sperm control.
My middle baby was not only my biggest one to push forth, but she was also my worst sleeper, had jaundice the worst, and was talking in full sentces by 9 months which means I have been listening to her babble now non stop for many years.
She sure was the fugliest looking baby I had seen up to that point. I had pushed her out so fast her face was bruised.
After 24 hours her troll like appreance turned into something specail.
She morphed overnite into a beauty.
Sure, all moms think their daughters are pretty, trust me I know.
She is not only a knock out in her appreance, she truly has something that makes me want to be a better person..It does not work alot, but the fact she harbors that for me is a good thing.
She wants to be a vet when she grows up, and she wants to live on a farm and grow corn and have cows and horses.
My baby girl has the bluest eyes, and the brightest smile...nothing like her mother.
I think thats what so specail about her, she is nothing like me. And I am greatful for that.
We look alike, but she will grow up to be a much better person that I could ever dream of being.
It makes me proud, yet it also makes me angry.
I look at her and see me when i was nine years old, and she outshines me by 100 miles.
She gets mad at me for yelling at the dog. She loves to do the dishes, but she hates to clean her room.
On the weekend if her and Boo get up early, she will make Boo breakfast all on her own..
I never wanted kids when i was a younger. In fact, other peoples kids drove me nuts..
Blonde excels in school, has had boys wanting to marry her since pre school, and is a world class althete...i say that because she kicks my ass at all the Wii games, plus she can run circles around a fuckin cheeta.
So here is my girl, who will turn one year older on Super Bowl Sunday..
I am now going to show some older pics of her, just because I can..
Thats her on the ferris wheel at the Mall of America when she was 4.
this is her learning to ride a bike when she was 5.
just chilling in the grass on a hot summer day.
Anyway, my kid is having a birthday and well...I am just telling u..
Wanna know what I got her?
She does not know yet, and these bitches are camping out in my room till the weekend.
cause im a cool mom and shit..
there is Boo posing with them...
a bought a couple of rodants...
thats what cool hip moms do..
So happy birthday to my 9 year old baby girl..
Somewhere there is a pile of manure with her name on it.
(cause she wants to be a farmer and a vet, not because I think she is shitty)