Our four-year-old, Justin, is so cute he could talk himself out of a hanging. He uses this fact to his advantage. When we are in church, he will go up to our pastor's wife and all he has to do is look up at her with those big, blue eyes framed by long lashes and he will immediately get a seat on her lap. He's a charmer and I'm no exception. A few nights ago, he asked if he could call Grandma, so I punched in my mom's number. He took the phone away from me and started pacing all around the house talking about anything and everything. After a while, she gave the phone to dad so he could to talk to him. The first time I tried to take the phone from Justin he said, "Not yet, Mom" and walked away. I thought, "Ok, maybe a few minutes more." I felt bad because he only gets to see them once a year. More time went by and finally I felt I had to put my foot down. As I'm taking the phone away, he starts panicking and big crocodile tears form in his eyes and he says over and over, "Not yet, Mom!" Of course, my parents felt bad about that and I felt like I had been kicked in the gut, so I gave the phone back. I'm a sucker for that little face all crumpled up. When he had been on the phone for 45 minutes total, my mom was wondering if I knew Justin was still on the phone with them. That's when I knew phone time had to stop. It was still hard to put my foot down about it when he kept walking away saying, "Not yet, Mom" over and over, but I knew it had to be done. As my son is milking it for all it's worth by bawling his head off, I apologized to my parents. Of course, they understood completely. After all, who could resist that sweet little voice?
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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