Father's Day

Happy Father's Day, Chad!
My husband started the day at about 4AM saying that since it was Father's Day he thought it was time to try for another child. (um, Mom, pick yourself off the floor--not happening!) See, the joke is that two years ago at Ben's first birthday party Chad and I toasted each other and said that it had been a good run, but our agreement was no kids after I turned 40, thus June of 2007 was the cut off. Of course we all know how that turned out LOL. Precious Rebecca, whom I couldn't live without, was conceived just after said toast, and born two weeks before my 40th birthday.
Since I nixed his offer I thought that I would give him a little surprise. I dug out a lacy red nightie that I have not worn since Rachel was born (you know, spaghetti straps, sexy, H-O-T) Chad was impressed with it, and after the kids got up I paired it with a pair of blue shorts with dragonflies on them. So much for sexy. The best part of the whole morning, however, was when Rachel came down and saw me, shorts and all, and said, "Mom, you look less fat today. You are beautiful!"

Maybe I've still got it after all! *smiles*