This being Holy Week and all, I think it’s the perfect time to thank the sweet, sweet Baby Jeebus and Oprah for the gift they have given me.
I don’t think it’s a coincidink that Holy Week falls on the week that I’m out of town visiting my new baby niece who is way cuter than your baby but not quite as cute as my own.
It’s pretty much fate and intervention by the sweet, sweet Baby Jeebus and Oprah that has made everything fall into place when and how it has.
Ending this week of fate and intervention by the sweet, sweet Baby Jeebus and Oprah by hiding and hunting plastic colored eggs filled with pennies, jelly beans and peanut butter-filled chocolate eggs seems only appropriate for what I’ve been blessed.
It’s all for the sweet, sweet Baby Jeebus and Oprah rising from the dead and haunting us as zombies every Spring Equinox when the Easter Lilies bloomed, the Jewish peoples ate crackers, and sweet, sweet little girl’s dresses went on SUPER EASTER SALE.
Or something like that.
I couldn’t have asked for something better, other than I did in fact ask for it.
NO
MORE
BABIES
I love my two girls more than anything else on Earth.
But I only want the two that the sweet, sweet Baby Jeebus and Oprah implanted in my lady womb.
Any more, and I would might have needed an Express Van to the looney bin.
This incredibly adorable sweet, sweet baby and her sweet, sweet smells and her sweet, sweet coos do not make my uterus ache.
She makes me fortunate to have a husband who had his nuts disconnected from the other parts of his body.
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HAHA, this? I LOVE. “She makes me fortunate to have a husband who had his nuts disconnected from the other parts of his body.”
ALSO I NEED.
Because that kid is seriously adorable. Omnomnom
.-= Mrs. Flinger´s last blog ..Drishti =-.
I became a Great Aunt last week (holy crap! that sounds old. I’m only 36). He is a cute baby, but makes me realize I SO DO NOT WANT ANYMORE KIDS!!
That’s full of the awesome because my husband is getting his balls cut off. I couldn’t be happier.
.-= Aunt Becky´s last blog ..The Loveliest Way I Can Say How Much I Love You Is To NOT Have Your Baby =-.
My husband refuses to have his balls cut off, but I am definitely for it. 3 is enough, I am DONE, thanks.
.-= C @ Kid Things´s last blog ..Kids Are Great For Your Self-Esteem Pt. 2 =-.
I wish I could get to the point where you are. That baby in your picture made my uterus crave for more.
My mind knows I’m done. My heart (and uterus) not so much… And my kids are OLD!
.-= monnik´s last blog ..Springtime Sundays =-.
Thank sweet, sweet Baby Jeebus and Oprah that you have a very smart husband.
.-= Tara R.´s last blog ..Out of the closet =-.
Thanks for reminding me…I keep forgetting to call and schedule the neutering procedure for my husband. We would both be in the looney bin if any more babies come crawling out of my vag, and they would have to fend for themselves.
.-= Beth Ann´s last blog ..I Think I May Have Lost Something =-.
For reals, that is some awesomeness in sweet baby form. I could eat her. But, my ovaries only ached for a second. Then I remembered the crying, and the no sleep, and the poo.
A I am in the middle of the crying, no sleep, and poop, I think I’m ready to say it….”I am done. No more babies, please, please!” Time to sign hubby up for his trim.
I would put in her in my babg and hope nobody noticed her gone. She is adorable. We are not religous people but Amelia wanted to know the story of Jesus. I told her the whole rising from the dead story. She told everybody she saw that week Jesus is a zombie.
.-= Mandi Bone´s last blog ..Amelia the great =-.
Getting my husband’s balls whacked has really improved our relationship.
.-= Mrs. Call Me Crazy´s last blog ..A Little Me Time =-.