Today is my youngest son's birthday. His birth was much less traumatic than his older brother's. He was the best baby. I would put him in his crib and he would just coo and talk to himself until he got sleepy. He hardly ever cried. He did pull down the curtains in his room and I had to remove most of the bedding from his crib. He is our destroyer. He is also the family ham. You know, the child that puts underwear on his head until he gets a reaction. Of course if you asked him that now, he would deny it. He doesn't like to be called out on his silly behavior. But do any of us really? I think we have managed to give him enough healthy attention that he won't be permanently warped. This is the boy who usually will give me hugs. I will miss that. The little boy is going away. I am thankful for him and I pray that I will have the wisdom to help him mature.
I am starting my own blog to reduce my boredom and give me a place to put my thoughts. Recently some people I know put some very difficult words out for all the world to see. I have been chicken to do the same and now I want to set the record straight. I didn't talk to people from high school for over ten years. It seems so silly now. I found out recently that I'm not the only one who grew up in college and beyond. We aren't kids anymore so the past is just that the past. I'll admit some of it I don't want to remember, but we did have some fun times in high school. The truth is something happened to me that I was not at all ready to talk about so I just avoided people. I got married in 1998 to a really great guy I met in college. We were giddy and in love. We decided after nine months of bliss to have a baby. Why not? I was bored and we wanted one. That sounds terrible to say that, but it is true. Boom one month later I was expecting. Three months later Jo
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