Where do babies come from?
3 04 2008This is the first in a series of posts aimed at educating my readers. I know that drivel you were taught in health class, it was all a pack of lies. I can tell you with confidence that there are many things that make babies magically appear from the sky. These include:
1. Purchasing more Christmas stocking hangers than there are people living in your house.
We bought these when Aliyah was staying with us, but then she moved on campus. That makes this one her fault.
2. Having a car whose seating capacity is larger than your family.
3. Having an unused guest bedroom in your house.
This one is also Aliyah’s fault. Note that the color of the room is pink, guaranteeing that the child will be another boy.
4. Having a blog whose tagline starts with “Life with three boys…”
5. Being on someone’s blogroll who calls your blog “Ben and his THREE Brothers.”
6. Naming your blog “My Three Sons.”
This is what I almost called my blog, but I’m nowhere near Fred McMurray’s height.
7. Putting off the vasectomy.
Okay, so maybe this is the real reason
You don’t beleive in the stork?
I thought it was caused by doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. (See Cliffs of Insanity post).
Have to agree with Dawn there Mark! Of course I will conceed that my sister had a very small part to play in this whole affair
Well, I thought Aliyah would at least show up to defend herself. After all I blamed her for this twice.
I can follow your logic on Aliyah being the cause….maybe her silence is acceptance of rhe facts.
Yep!
Also, that room was never as clean as that when I lived in it!
Aliyah…NO room was ever that clean when you lived in it!
Boy, I’m glad I didn’t get in the middle of that one.
LOL….I’m sure you are Mark!
Mark, my youngest brother and his wife had their fourth child last August. Even before the ultrasound to determine gender I told him I had no doubt what SHE would be. Their first three were all girls. My response was that there’s just way too much estrogen going against you.
Prepare for boy number 4. You have way too much testosterone going against you.
Oh, four is nice. I am one of four and growing up was a very lovely experience. Although, when poked, my mom will say things like, “My children were not for the weak.” Also true.
Just don’t buy the boys a pogo stick and a unicycle for Christmas and everything will be ok.
Congratulations. 4 kids are a blast. Never a dull moment.
We seemed to get pregnant just when we got a bigger fridge and just when we had an extra seat in the car too!
Reading this and your wife’s blog makes me sorta, kinda, almost wanna go for # 5.
Thinking wistfully about having a fifth child requires the aid of a hallucinogenic drug, doesn’t it?
No it doesn’t, and THAT is scary!
I like the Christmas stocking hangers rule.