tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39886482823307744572011-12-13T19:56:07.502-08:00Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02376850570589624181noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988648282330774457.post-73340324608821834652008-12-23T11:46:00.000-08:002008-12-23T11:48:04.465-08:00and 3 nieces. and 2 nephews.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988648282330774457-7334032460882183465?l=dandyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02376850570589624181noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3988648282330774457.post-16238251220706802572007-01-02T23:04:00.001-08:002008-11-24T10:29:55.901-08:00<blockquote>five children.<br />three more.<br />ten grandchildren.<br />crazy woman qualified.<br /><br />I woke up shakin' from the nightmare after my 4th child was born. (no silly - he was a cutie-patootie!) I dreamt I left him .... he fell out of the car.... I couldn't find him.<br /><br />4 children are .... 4. More than 3.<br />And 3 is when the chaos begins.<br />Yes, I did say 5, I went on with 1 more. But that was years of yikes! and miles of smiles later.<br /><br />What I didn't stop to consider (not ever ever) was what would happen later..... NOBODY asked me "would you like to be a granny?" "would you like to have another?" again. again. again.again again again. Nobody asked MY permission....<br /><br />Just remember when you have children, someday they wander out around there and ...procreate.<br /><br /></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3988648282330774457-1623825122070680257?l=dandyline.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02376850570589624181noreply@blogger.com0