I'm a 31 year old wife and mom living in the southeast. I've been married 3 years and I have one son and one daughter (aka the Gavinator and the Goose). Ever since becoming a mom there have been many moments that have caused me to declare "That's it, I'm officially a mom!". I'm not talking about the ordinary moments like the time I birthed my child through my va-jay-jay or nourished a child exclusively for 6 months with my breast milk alone. I'm talking about moments like the first time I went number two on the potty with a 1 year old on my lap or the first time I cleaned up my son's vomit without even gagging. Nevermind the fact I started a blog just to talk about being a mom. I am officially a mom.
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Now that's just creepy.
Yikes.
Moral of this story: Don't ride in planes flown by friends.
You cant cheat death. When it is your time to go, you must go.
Who gets on a plane that soon after nearly dying on a plane???
Hello, I got sick off a bean burrito once and it took me years just to eat a bean burrito again.
holy crap that's scary!
No comment on plane crashes.
But thanks for visiting via NaBloPoMo, and I'm totally grooving on your nine years mosaic.
:-)
Whoa. Final Destination, anyone? Also: Kyle said that he should have picked friends who are better pilots. True.
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