It’s funny. I thought we were done. I’ve told you before about our conversation before we were married about children and staying home with them, here. I said ”If we have one, we’ll have two. After that, it’s negotiable.”
Only Ben forgot to negotiate.
Well, kinda.
He had been talking about the need to add to our herd off and on for a while now. We even took some get aways together to, uh, reconnect and discuss this further. Which we did. We decided to adopt.
I never had a problem conceiving, so I wasn’t totally sold on this adoption idea. I was shocked and felt almost violated with all the telephone calls, emails, video clips and questions that followed. I felt like he had another woman again. Then one day the email came telling us, we could expect our third child to show up that day. (Yes, our baby had a tracking number, like some generic brown package.)
Ironically, delivery was to take place the same day the kids had to get their eye’s checked. A day that I didn’t need another “Oh dear, God, he’s making me out to be a bad mother again…” story. You can read about Barney reenacting the ‘possum trappin’ to the eye doctor, here.) In short, Ben couldn’t go help me pick out the kid’s glasses, which he’s great at. He sincerely apologized and said, “Maybe they could just leave him in the garage…”
I said, “Uh…don’t think so. You have to sign for something so valuable.” (Obviously God made him a guy, he is already lacking crazy innate need to nurse and coddle. He stayed home to welcome Smokey into our lives.
Who names their kid Smokey? Again, I didn’t get to put my two cents in here. So we have W, the good American, Barney the Deputy and now Smokey. With a name like that you would think he was fuzzy like a bear. Alas, my friends, he’s not.
This is Smokey. A brand new, special order, Ron Stewart model, Yates banjo.
What else can I say, except…he is already sleeping through the night and soon Ben promises he will be sleeping in his case and not between us.
Simply,
Sis
PS ~ If you are a banjo freak stick around. I’ll be posting adjectives about our baby soon. Banjo players love adjectives. If you’re not a banjo freak…Oh Lord, I do apologize.
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That’s just about the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Can’t wait to smell that new baby.
my2cents–let me guess…another fine banjo picker!?! That is so funny. We just had a jam Friday night and they passed him around like we were at a baby shower. Who knows, we may met up at a festival somewhere and you’ll get a chance to hold young Smokey.
Thanks so much for stopping by. Sit Deep and Come Often.
Sis
I love it, I might drive up and kidnap your child. I don’t play Banjo, but I want to learn right now I am working on the bass guitar.
Yeah! Another banjo to the herd! I only have one myself, but I’d like a few more. I just can’t seem to swing the cost of adoption! Maybe someday. I did adopt a new guitar and a fiddle is on it’s way to join my herd of fiddles… sad that I’ll have more fiddles than banjos my one true love…. sigh…
Sherri
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Bobbi–Banjo napping is a serious offense. LOL You’ll be met with much resistants. Cool that you are playing the bass, I would love to steal an upright for the winter to practice on.
Sherri–checked out your music. Nice. We have a friend that’s a banjo picker from GA. Lots of good pickers come out of that part of the country and now I know one more. Cool. Fiddles aren’t a bad thing. Barney has one, he likes to play with. He’s just learning Old Joe Clark. W on the other hand plays rock and roll. At least it’s music.
May all your herds grow larger.
Keep pickin’!
Sis
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