It has started.
My MIL called to see "how I was doing, if I am okay."
If she calls me every day between now and when I have this baby, I will be sorely tempted to take out her kneecaps.
She has Parkinson's. I know, I am evil.
Plus, does anyone want to place any bets as to how many more pairs of ballet shoes Trout will lose before the end of the year? Anyone?
Whole pairs of ballet shoes, or just one of a pair? I'm going to guess one and a half pairs. (By the way, if you see a blue fleece slipper with an embroidered yellow dumptruck, size 9/10 toddlers, please send it down my way. We're having a problem keeping track of slippers, and an even larger problem finding slippers in the store that are narrow enough for the snakefeet my son inherited from me.)
The phone calls are a harder issue. I think you should tell BDF that he needs to call his mother daily between now and the arrival of the guppy. She's his mother, and he is responsible for your condition....
Posted by: Summer | October 26, 2006 at 11:13 AM