My son, Aidan, has entered the "terrible twos" with a vengeance. He has discovered that moving one of the bar stools up to a certain place at the kitchen counter will put him in a better position for trouble. I have discovered that I cannot outsmart my two-year-old. While homeschooling his brothers, I usually put up a gate to keep him confined. Well, maybe I should do that while I watch the food network, too. Hmmmm. Aidan had decided to wake up his exhausted parents at 5am this morning, so I was conked out on the couch watching my favorite channel when Aidan proudly brings me something that I don't quite recognize. When it lands onto my hand, I take a good look at it and scream my lungs out. "It's the fish!" I yelled. Aidan starts to look a little unsure of himself as I look at him in horror. I call down Nathanael (said owner of the fish) to tell him the bad news. As he is coming down the stairs, I notice the fish's gills moving. Imagine my surprise that the fish had actually survived Aidan. We finally get him into his newly cleaned tank and watch him carefully as he gasps for breath. I then give Aidan a five-minute lecture on fish and water.
They instructed me to make sure I have a full bladder on arriving for my ultrasound. Ha. I almost laughed in their faces. Pregnant me plus a full bladder equals a disaster. On my son's birthday back in March, I had to drive all the kids home afterward. I had drunk a lot of water and couldn't believe I had forgotten what happens to me when I drink too much water with no bathroom nearby when I'm pregnant. I counted the minutes till I got home all the while breaking the law and speeding trying to keep in mind not to drive too recklessly screaming at the poky people in front of me. It brought to mind the very first time I experienced a full bladder as a pregnant woman. It was my first baby and my husband was in the Air Force. So, when we had an ultrasound we went to the Academy in Colorado Springs. They told me to drink an astronomical amount of water before I came. I did so and then we started out for the half hour drive to the hospital. By the time we were on the ...
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