Happy Birthday, Bubba

Twenty-six years ago today I was spending the weekend with Busha and Bucka. While I was visiting, "my mom just happened to have a baby." (That is a direct quote from a nearly 5 year old Farm Wife.) She and Daddy had sent me to stay with my grands so they could have one last free weekend before the baby came. I don't think Q.M. was due for about 3 more weeks.

They went to dinner, to the movies (to see The Devil and Max Devlin), and then they went to the mall in Champaign. While walking through the mall Mama told Daddy, "Either I just wet my pants, or my water just broke."

I remember laying in the hall at Busha's when the phone rang (not sure why I was laying in the hall...don't think it's something I normally did). Busha answered and soon informed me that I had a new brother. I had really wanted a sister, but since Bubba was who came, I thought that would be OK. That is until he came down with colic...

Now, 26 years later, I'm glad we kept him. Happy Birthday, Bubba! I love you!

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In other news...no one has vomited since just before 6 last night. Fevers are coming down. Juice and Cheerios have been demanded. Moe & The Big Exit has been watched 2 full times (were in the middle of the third showing). Now if only I could get some rest. Can I just say that sleeping in the boys room last night kept me from trekking across the house in the dark every 30 minutes, but it didn't offer any more sleep? I think I may have gotten 2 stretches of sleep about 2 hours long each...the rest was scattered and choppy. I are tarred (that's southern for Tired).