Me and Dad hanging out.
I'm clean and its not even Saturday!
I'm clean and its not even Saturday!
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he loves water!!!
he fell asleep in the high chair.
at the park
BMW 1st year
Brock
he loves water!!!
Sleepy...
he fell asleep in the high chair.
About Me
Brock & Mommy
at the park
When God Created Mothers
When the good Lord was creating mothers, He was into His sixth dayof overtime, when an angel appeared and said, "You’re doing a lot offiddling around on this one." And the Lord said, "Have you read thespec on this one? She has to be completely washable, but not plastic;have 180 moveable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee andleftovers; have a lap that disappears when she stands up; a kiss thatcan cure anything from a broken leg to a disappointed love affair; andsix pair of hands." The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Sixpairs of hands...no way." "It’s not the hands that are causing me problems,"said the Lord. "It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers have to have.""That’s on the standard model?" asked the angel. The Lord nodded. "Onepair that sees through closed doors when she asks, ’What are you kidsdoing in there?’ when she already knows. Another here, in the back of herhead that sees what she shouldn’t, but what she has to know, and ofcourse the ones here in front that can look at a child when he goofs upand say, ’I understand and I love you,’ without so much as uttering a word.""Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve gently, "Rest for now.Tomorrow...." "I can’t," said the Lord. "I’m so close to creatingsomething close to myself. Already I have one who heals herself whenshe is sick, can feed a family of six on one pound ofhamburger, andcan get a nine year old to stand under a shower."The angel circled the model of the mother very slowly. "She’s too soft," she sighed."But tough!" said the Lord excitedly. "You cannot imagine what themother can do or endure." "Can she think?" "Not only think, but shecan reason and compromise," said the Creator.Finally the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek.There’s a leak," she pronounced. "I told you, you were trying to puttoo much into this model." "It’s not a leak," said the Lord. "It’s a tear.""What’s it for?" "It’s for joy, sadness, disappointment, pain,loneliness and pride.""You’re a genius," said the angel."The Lord looked somber, "I didn’t put it there."
By Erma Bombeck
By Erma Bombeck
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