Beautiful.
Are you afforded more time for creative writing with those late night potty runs? :) Very funny!
3 years later and I still pee when I sneeze, or jump, or laugh.
Great poem, and picture!
Finally! A working dog doing what he does BEST! :) did you marker train that? ;)
5 days…. damn girl… kid’s gonna come out overcooked or burnt!
Lol Dingo, he ripped the cardboard off a box that a stroller came in and then ran around the yard playing hard-to-get with it. So I wrote the phrase and handed it to him and took pictures of him running everywhere =)
Also, I’m totally with you on the overcooked or burnt. It’s so odd to me that everybody thought the kid was going to pop out a few weeks ago and yet we hang tight. The baby’s gonna come out balding and with a cane at this rate.
This poem beats anything that Eliot or Hemingway wrote. ;o)
Almost there!
Have you tried singing the poem to the tune “I’m Popeye the Sailorman”?. You know, I’m Popeye the sailorman, I live in a frying pan. I eat all the germs and spit out the worms, I’m Popeye the sailorman.
Lots of good stuff to teach the new baby!I feel your pain.
Three kids later, not pregnant—a good sneeze or a cough and it’s all over baby. I carry a water bottle with me everywhere I go for plausible explanation—lest I need one.
You’re brilliant. I reckon I’m averaging about 4 wees a night at this point, so you’re doing alright!
Popping in to say hi! have taken a bit of a bloggie vacation! Wow you are very close! can’t wait to see the baby!!!!!!!
Look! Hank is in aerodynamic mode. He’s got those ears kicked back and is running so fast. I just adore Hank.
ha! Like Susan said, I feel your pain too. The getting up several times a night has to be the worst, I think. There’s something awful about not having an uninterrupted night’s sleep, isn’t there?
I love this picture! How cute is Hank?!

By kbreints on July 09, 2009
Hysterical.