I didn't write this and can't take credit for it, but I had to post it after a friend sent it. Thanks Brandee! Anyone who is a mom has read "If You Give A Moose A Muffin." Anyone who is a mom can relate to this...

IF YOU GIVE A MOM A MUFFIN

If you give a mom a muffin,
She'll want a cup of coffee to go with it.
She'll pour herself some.
Her three-year-old will spill the coffee.
She'll wipe it up.
Wiping the floor, she'll find dirty socks.
She'll remember she has to do laundry.
When she puts the laundry in the washer, She'll trip over boots and bump into the freezer.
Bumping into the freezer will remind her she has to plan for supper.
She will get out a pound of hamburger.
She'll look for her cookbook
("101 Things To Do With a Pound of Hamburger" ).
The cookbook is sitting under a pile of mail.
She will see the phone bill, which is due tomorrow.
She will look for her checkbook.
The checkbook is in her purse
that is being dumped out by her two-year-old.
She'll smell something funny.
She'll change the two-year-old's diaper.
While she is changing the diaper, the phone will ring.
Her five-year-old will answer and hang up.
She'll remember she wants to phone a friend for coffee.
Thinking of coffee will remind her
that she was going to have a cup.
And chances are... If she has a cup of coffee, Her kids will have eaten the muffin that went with it.
~author unknown

Okay, I'm starting a new blog. I'm trying to get Ike to do a lot of the work for me...just like I do anytime something involves computers, lightbulbs or bugs. But to be fair, I don't think he's done his own laundry since we got married. At any rate, with his help, it should get prettier on this page soon.

I'm starting this blog because of my obsessive need to talk about my son and husband. With Baby 2 on her way in December, I think it's a good time to start a family blog. I have another blog that's devoted to other things, but not things most people I send this link to will be interested in. So, family and friends, read on.

First things first. I have to record here my first meeting with Jake's girlfriend.

That's right. His girlfriend. The one he came home from his second day of school talking about. Kaylee (spelling?), with her "wiggly" hair (curly) and who is "so sweet" that he thinks he might marry her. The one who he says doesn't know she's his girlfriend...he just made her his girlfriend.

Last night at our first PTA meeting (also our eighth anniversary...very romantic), Jake excitedly pointed to a little girl who sat with her parents two rows in front of us. "That's Kaylee," he said, dancing in his seat.

At the same time, she turned around and pointed at Jake. "That's Jake!" she whispered to her mom, wiggly hair bouncing. Ike said to me, "Hey, she looks a little bit like you." Hmm...should I be reassured by that?

Throughout the meeting, the two four-year-old lovebirds made googoo eyes at each other repeatedly, while her parents looked back at us and grinned. What did I do? I handled it like any 6-months-pregnant mom would...I wiped my eyes continuously while being grateful for waterproof mascara.

He assured me today after school that he played with Kaylee on the playground at recess.

Am I ready for this??