Irish Eyes r smiling

11 years ago today I birthed this..


























opps, I mean this...


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Sure u might think having a baby on St Patty's day would make your child birthing experience more enjoyable..







Franky, besides the gift basket full of green shit from the hospital, it was pretty traumatic for me...

He gave me an intense case of crotch ache and a roaring case of hemorrhoids.





The roids which lasted nearly a year and well, my nether regions have never been the same since..and ache to this day when I think about the hour of pushing I did, just so he could breath oxygen.





The first child to purge thru your birth canal kinda reeks havoc on the whole area.





After you birth your first kid, I am quite uncertain why we ever chose to do so again.





I remember when I had Blondie, she was about 2 weeks old at the time...And he was just going to be turning three shortly.





I had Blondie in her bouncy seat while I ran to the basement to switch out some laundry.





My dear first born comes running ever so proudly to me after I return from the basement.





His speech was pretty shotty, so I was about the only human to be able to decipher his language.





He told me that baby has bag on head..hahaha...punny momma





So me being the good language interrupter and mother that I am, knew this boy had done something to said baby in the 2 minutes I had been out of the area.





I walk into my living room where my tiny baby girl lay in her bouncing seat.





Atop her head was a plastic bag from Target, wrapped nicely around her huge head.





There stood my son all proud of the decorating he had done to that baby.








I took the bag off my baby's head and he asked me..





she go away now momma, I gots her in a bag now.





Like he put her in a bag for easy carrying for me.





God love him...He has just been trying to make life easier for me since day one.

Although he has a distortion of easier and being a big fat pain in the ass , but you will have that!

He is like me in many ways..

*he likes to blame his misfortune on others

*he is picky about who he chooses as friends

*he likes to get the wage of doing pristine work, whilst giving a half ass effort.

*he thinks his teacher is a douche bag

*he thinks having a girlfriend would just bring him down.

*he thinks Walmart sucks, even though they have low prices.

All and all he is a pretty good boy....He has his issues, but hell ,so does his dad.

So if u have a heart, give my mentally draining tot a big birthday wish..

Or I may put a bag over your head.




cause thats how I roll bitches.