This Explains Why I Feel Like A Truck Has Run Me Over

Happy Fathers Day, Daddy. Lets do it again.
babybeebo [ bey-bee bee bō ]
It began with a song that I sung to my husband. Husband-dee-doe, Husband-deeeee-doe, Husband-dee-eee-eee-eee-doe... so forth. Husband would just smile and nod, sometimes saying, "That's me." Ah, such a good Husband. With the birth of my daughter I found the words to my jingle reformed only slightly and the melody unchanged. Baby-bee-bo, Baby-beee-bo, Baby-bee-eee-eee-eee-bo, Baby-bee-eee-bo-oh. It repeats from there. Be glad this blog is not equipped with sound. However, if you would like a copy of the sheet music, just let me know.

Happy Fathers Day, Daddy. Lets do it again.
Reader Comments (4)
AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Congratulations! I was just thinking to myself the other day, wondering if you were pregnant!
OMG!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy for you guys!!!! Details...I need details!!!
We are so happy for you guys!!!
PS That line looks really dark...maybe it IS twins??
(hysterical laughter in background...)
Any and all remarks on the possiblity of twins shall hence forth be greeted with complete denial and the wish that such said remark backfires on the remarker and the remarker gets pregnant with twins. Again.