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1.Interesting stories about children Funny stories of things kids did Stories about pregnancy or trying to become pregnant Birth stories Stories about adoption Stories about the joys of becoming a grandparent Favorite memories of your childhood
2.Poems about babies or children 3.Quotes about babies or children
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We live in Alabama on the Alabama/Georgia line. We go by Georgia/EST time though. The kids got new alarm clocks for Christmas. My youngest son is 7 and has a time with his alarm clock. My alarm goes off at 5:30 a.m. right after I would hit snooze I would hear his clock go off and he lets it beeeeeep till it stops. He doesn't have to get up till 7a. I told him yesterday that he needed to fix his clock because it was going off way too early. He said well, I have it set to Alabama time. I said, we don't go by Alabama time. I let it go. Later I reminded him that he needed to fix the time on his clock so it would not be going off so early, again he tells me he has it set to Alabama time. This time I was like.clocks don't give you the option to set your clocks to Alabama time so I told him to bring me his clock. He had his clock set an hour ahead and his alarm an hour behind and the reason he thought it was Alabama time was because when you press the button to set the alarm, it has an AL at the bottom, lol.. He thought that meant Alabama time..tooo funny!! He also thinks the 5-7 years on the bottom of his socks means they will last him 5-7 years, lol. Beth Bentley From: http://www.MySweetBabyCakesBowtique.com Fruithurst, Alabama First Place Winnerof the May 2009 Children's Funny Story Contest
When our youngest was about 4, we were always counting and naming colors.
I always used the blue toilet cleaners that turned the water blue.One day after going potty, he come running out of the bathroom shouting," Momma,yellow and blue make green!" He took me into the bathroom and showed me his new color. LOLYes, son, yellow and blue make green. Good job! Susan Chronister Spring Valley, IL Second Place Winner in our May 2009 Children's Funny Story Contest
Almost everyone can appreciate the beauty of a full moon. I live on the coast of Florida and one night when my sister was visiting with her family, we went out onto the deck to enjoy the ocean. The night sky was completely lit up by the full moon. I asked my 4 year old nephew what he saw. The pint-sized poet answered, "It looks like sparkling diamonds dancing happily on the water!" My sister and I just smiled at each other as she repeated, "Happily!" Roxanne Pennington Jupiter,FL Third Place Winner in our May 2009 Children's Funny Story Contest
Chiropractic Saves Lives! I will forever be indebted to the healing hands of Chiropractic. Chiropractic saved my daughters life. If you have ever been skeptical about chiropractic, please watch this Chiropractic Miracle Story. It will bring a tear to your eye and a smile to your face. Please, if you are suffering from health problems...don't be afraid to Give Chiropractic A Chance!
Contributed By Cathie Dodd-Contribute your own songs. Okay, if you play the video above, its not the greatest voice, its mine! But it does tell a story. It was a song my mom sang to me that we loved and I have passed it down to other children, and the parents say they never heard of it.
This got me to thinking about children's songs. What songs did you grow up with or do you sing to your own children or grandchildren. We would like to hear them. If you call this number, and sing the song, we will post it. (214) 615-6505 ext 3921. Just start singing you song on the phone. Let us pass your song on to other children.
Story written, narrated and directed by our 10 year old niece Zoe, and acted by her sisters Alexa 13, Sophia 6 and Sophia's friend Shamine 7. Cathie Dodd Tears of Joy Video
This third pregnancy is different, problem free - finally, I'm to be a mother. But at 27 weeks, my child literally falls into the world without warning. His twin follows: mewing. They are perfect miniatures of their father, but so tiny. When a head rests on my fingertips, a foot only just tips my watchstrap.
I cradle my sons: one alive, one dead - one pink, one blue. The tune "Pink and blue will never ever do." hop-scotches, fogging my head. Is it possible that the sun still sets and the traffic still moves? Time marches, suspended in nothingness.
I stare at the hospital admission form. The red words 'spontaneous abortion' jump out, strangling me. Abortion? It sounds like I'm to blame. From afar I hear the admissions clerk: "Do you smoke?" "No." "Do you drink?" "Not for the past seven months" "Are you pregnant?" I bite my lip. Did I miss something? Am I going mad?
My doctor fills the room. I think his stubby fingers are more suited to motor mechanics than medicine. I tell him so. His mouth moves - words slice my brain: "incubator'.. "deformed" . "retarded". He cuts the umbilical cords and I hold my children as the youngest takes his last breath and joins his brother. Silence shrieks and, like mis-coloured chessmen removed from the board, my sons lie discarded in a kidney bowl.
I nightmare until the morning sun lumbers over the mountains, but still nothing seems real. "I want to see my babies," I tell a hurried uniform. Eventually another appears: "Your babies were burnt last night." "Burnt? Burnt?" The world is swathed in bandages of unreality. Those brutal words slam me. I wheel my drip down a never-ending passage to the maternity ward, my arms an ocean of emptiness. I have to hold a baby. I'm jolted by a newborn's cry. Are you nuts? Get a grip, Clare, you cannot ask some new mother you don't even know to hold her baby.
Days and weeks, friends and family all kaleidoscope into a blur. I look normal (or so I'm told). But my arms still ache to hold the babies they never will, my breasts leak and my dead children still phantom kick, inflaming false hope. Despair descends - I'll never be a mother.
On what was to be my due date I don't want to answer the telephone, I want to die, but: "Life goes on." A voice introduces herself as "Lindy. someone you haven't met." I don't know it, but an earth angel has arrived. "I've heard about your boys and I'm sorry. I had twin girls today and I'd like to share them with you." It didn't put her off that in my befuddled, furious-at-the-world-state, I could have been yelling-angry; I could have slammed the phone down. But her loving intentions pierced my pain-riddled pit.
She never minded my tears falling on their faces as I bathed 'our' babies, changed their nappies, smiled at their gurgles and kissed their tiny fingers and toes, remembering other hands and feet - lost. Sometimes, I just sat and filled my empty arms with their soft warmth. I become their heart mother. Unasked, Lindy's generosity of spirit meant she shared her most previous, her children, with me, a stranger.
But looking back now, it's as if she intuited something I didn't know - that her family needed me too. The day the twins turned five, fate corkscrewed everything - a car accident upside-downed our worlds. Now, Lindy is an angel mother in heaven to 'our' boys and I, Clare. I'm an earth mother to 'our' girls. Contributed by Cari Corbet-Owen Copyright: http://www.ditch-diets-live-light.com
Black with white or yellow or brown do not fear who's eyes shall frown for in our hearts we blind shall know that Christian's blood will forever flow to make more children of his kind and make this world soon color blind. So, kiss his precious little face and bless his genes towards the human race!
A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for. -- Anonymous
Babies are such a nice way to start people. -- Don Herrold
Every baby needs a lap. -- Henry Robin
Flowers are words which even a baby can understand. -- Arthur C. Coxe
Having a baby is like falling in love again, both with your husband and your child. -- Tina Brown
Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild. ~Welsh Proverb
Grandchildren don't stay young forever, which is good because Pop-pops have only so many horsey rides in them. ~Gene Perret
Grandmas never run out of hugs or cookies. ~Author Unknown
If I had known how wonderful it would be to have grandchildren, I'd have had them first. ~Lois Wyse
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1.Interesting stories about children Funny stories of things kids did Stories about pregnancy or trying to become pregnant Birth stories Stories about adoption Stories about the joys of becoming a grandparent
2.Poems about babies or children 3.Quotes about babies or children
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