Our Molson is coming home today! Oh I have missed him. He often spends time at my parents. Loves to swim, so they take him down to the lake. Loves to run around and around their big yard, so Dad takes him outside while he putters around. Oh I cannot wait to love him up and give him kisses. Pat his head and listen to him snore.
Molson has no idea.
That he is going to be
a big brother.
We will tell him today.
He still won’t understand
until the baby is living at
home.
Then he will be wondering
what the heck is going on.
Who is this little person
that takes up so much of
Mommy and Daddy’s time.
Molson is our first baby.
He will love the baby too.
Food on the floor = food in Moby’s mouth.
What’s not to love, right?
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Molson is gonna learn quickly that toddlers are close to the ground and always have food in their little hands !
He is gonna love having a new member in the family !
Congratulations. A family is the most wonderful blessing and gift in the world. Best of luck to a healthy pregnancy and child.
We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone’s goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I’m having a whale of a time!
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May I suggest that you do
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restrict anyone’s opportunities
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There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
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grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose. A
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throw away. A time to tear
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speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
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Howdy
Editor
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P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic “identity politics,”
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison.”
‘Thought & Humor’ by Howdy
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