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  1. That would be great!

    This group laughs a lot.
    We also sometimes cry to be honest.
    We share.

    IMHO, Planned only kids can grow up to be spoiled self centered humans.
    Plus it sucks for them taking care of your final arrangements alone.
    Get to work on a sibling or two!
    That’s my two cents.


Getting to work on kids is the fun part. Then comes the kid... that's the real work. We want another one, but I dread 2 more years of diapers, the hospital visits, the forms at the doctor's office... you know all the headaches it sounds like.
 
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Ice cream and pickles are next
Oh, the pickles... she was addicted during pregnancy to homemade pickes we made from our garden. I was in Connecticut for work and she called me freaking out and crying. I had no idea what was wrong. She was sobbing so bad I couldn't understand her. No man wants to be successful states a way while his pregnant spouse is incoherently sobbing on the phone. :eek: It turned out one I got her called down, that she was upset she couldn't get a jar of pickles open.
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Getting to work on kids is the fun part. Then comes the kid... that's the real work. We want another one, but I dread 2 more years of diapers, the hospital visits, the forms at the doctor's office... you know all the headaches it sounds like.
Been there. But we had huge gaps. 7 years between #1and 2. Then a 5 year gap. Then two 22 months apart.

If I had to do it all over I’d have them closer together.
That way we’d be in the thick of it for a stretch, yes... but we wouldn’t have been “starting from scratch” THREE TIMES!
Plus, honestly the last two are close friends.
And it would have made school a lot less complicated.
At one point in my crazy life I had one in kindergarten, one in elementary school, one in middle school and one in high school!
I was driving 75 miles a day just for all the pick up and drop off and after school sports stuff.
Crazy times.
I love my kids. If you hang around you find that out.
 
Oh, the pickles... she was addicted during pregnancy to homemade pickes we made from our garden. I was in Connecticut for work and she called me freaking out and crying. I had no idea what was wrong. She was sobbing so bad I couldn't understand her. No man wants to be successful states a way while his pregnant spouse is incoherently sobbing on the phone. :eek: It turned out one I got her called down, that she was upset she couldn't get a jar of pickles open.
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That’s a great story!
I too am a pickle lover. Always have been.
Also olives.
That pregnancy ended with a child named .....
OLIVER! :gig
 
Good night all... I am an hour late to sleep
That’s a great story!
I too am a pickle lover. Always have been.
Also olives.
That pregnancy ended with a child named .....
OLIVER! :gig
:gig I bet he gets teased a lot
 
Speaking of that kid. He called me today to tell me he had a customer who’s name it turned out was also oliver.
My son said he told him he’s number 6.
They fist bumped apparently.
The oliver club is small and tight!
I wonder if that other guy called his mom later and thanked him for giving him such a “cool name”?
 
Morning everyone.
Dogs have been out and are back to bed. :hmm

It's 5 am here. I wish I could go back to bed as easily as they do.

I better not be getting sick. I woke up sore from the top of my head to the middle of my back. Very unusual for me.

I hope I just slept completely wrong. :fl

Just so you know....I don't exactly want exploding mice anywhere.

BUT I also don't want them in my coop.
:caf More research needed before I go all WW3 on them.
 

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