Fishnets..........For Women Only :)

   I have been pondering over my upcoming and nonnegotiable LABOR.   Going over previous ones and all the differences, such as just normal but fast for the first, not quite so normal, as in delivering in a massive snowstorm, on the side of the road in Jeremiah's work truck for the second, and fairly normal, but in Cali and in a hospital for the third.   Comparing the in and outs  of each.
 As Miah was the first I had in a hospital, there were a few differences.  
One thing in particular stuck out to me and brought back some rather funny and humorous moments.
After having her, and taking a bit to get it all back together, I attempt my first wobbling trip to the bathroom.
And there I find nicely laid out for me a pair of panties.
 Wow, how sweet of them,  and then I hold them up..............what?
These are not your normal run of the day panties, no these are FISHNETS.  You read it, that's right, 'FISHNET'.
 I mean................. REALLY?  
I am already feeling slightly grotesque and jelloish and etc., etc.  and you give me fishnets????????   Come on!!!!!!  Lets rub it in a bit.  My poor hubby is not getting any benefit out of these doosies.
 And then,  lets top it off............right beside these wonderful little things  are what you are supposed to put inside them.    Yep,   the equivalent of at least three large toilet paper rolls.
 I look at my non-sexy first time pair of fishnets, that when held up look like they might fit the newborn I just had and then over at my "toilet paper rolls"  and think... "maybe I did loose a little to much blood and am slightly light headed and not thinking correctly.  Should I page the nurse and see if she is really expecting this to happen? "
Finally getting myself 'put' together,  I proceed to waddle, even worse then BEFORE I had the baby,  considering that I cannot even get my legs two feet to within each other, back to the bed.  
No wonder hospitals insist on wheeling you out in a wheel chair.   They totally know there is no way that you could ever walk out normally. :}

Her Hero, My Little Man

Jeremiah has been gone working during the week...so with the absence of his daddy, my little man is steping up to the plate to try and fill those monsterous shoes.  
He wears his hickory shirt and suspenders like a proud little logger and struts around the house "just like daddy".  And this week he was Rinnah's own personal Hero.   Or so they say, I only got the story.   After assisting her with watering the horse they come rambling back into the house, well one was strutting like a bantom rooster,  and proceed to tell me how Ethan saved Rinnah from the dead mouse in  Cocoa's water!!!!!!!!!!  Apparently it was quite the feat as he used a leaf to pull it out by the tail.   But in the eyes of his damsel in distress, he was her knight.
And other news is that after a few weeks of accomplishing hardly anything but school books and sitting on the floor in the bathroom, we have finally rolled over the hill of potting training and are fairly sitting well on that "throne".