I Won’t Do That!

The season my first daughter was born, Kentucky won the NCAA championship. Two years later, along came daughter number two and, lo and behold, UK hoisted another banner. I joked with my lovely wife at the time that with all of the rich basketball fanatics in my home state, we could surely find a patron who would sponsor future babies if Kentucky kept cutting down nets. Alas, no such luck with numbers three and four.

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You’d have to know my wife, though. She loves babies. She would have started looking for real estate in Lexington had they won with our third. Her baby wanter gets turned on just by the smell of hospital soap. If she gets to hold one, I practically have to pry the child out of her hands. I came home not too long ago and she was holding a baby I had never seen with a contented smile on her face. I looked around…no one else in the house. For the briefest of moments I truly thought she had finally stolen one. (It turned out we were babysitting a teacher’s baby for a night.) Me, I like ’em okay. I liked watching a game with one sleeping on my chest, but they always felt too fragile in my oversized mitts. I preferred the toddler years where we could wrestle and play.

Much to my delight, my beloved Wildcats have made it to the Final Four again this year. I said at the outset of the tourney that I wouldn’t be surprised if they got beat in the first round and I wouldn’t be surprised if they won it all. It’s been just that type of up and down year. I don’t keep up with sports like I used to, but I still watch my Cats when I can.

I’m sorry Cats. I love you and want you to win with all of my heart. But my baby days are behind me. I won’t do that!

(A little Meatloaf just for fun!)

 

Good luck to the Wildcats this weekend. I hope you cut the nets down on Monday. You just have to do it without my progeny this time.

 

Speaking of my progeny, I was set to post this yesterday until we got news related to the health of our youngest. We haven’t gotten an exact diagnosis yet, but have further tests next week. I appreciate the prayers and words of affirmation from my friends here. We’re hanging in there and she has meds now to make her feel better…  

18 thoughts on “I Won’t Do That!

  1. “I truly thought she had finally stolen one” – I am familiar with that thought here as well. Had me laughing till I wheezed! Thank you!

    And for you youngest – an even bigger thank you. May next week be a reassuring time for you all.

    1. For years she worked in the nursery every Sunday at church and I literally checked packages before we came home like a TSA screener at the airport. Thanks Paul.

  2. Your wife sounds like my kind of girl. I left office work to become a nanny so i could have more babies! It was the best decision ever! Lol. Mary Poppins is my idol.
    Continued prayers for Kylie. 🌻

  3. “For the briefest of moments I truly thought she had finally stolen one.”
    –So here I am reading, then all of a sudden I read the above quote, and just started laughing out loud. So funny. Thanks for that. And I hear you loud and clear – my baby days are over too.
    🙂
    *just prayed. I feel for you and your family.

    1. You would have to see her little smile holding an unknown baby. I was kinda wondering what life would be like visiting her in jail.
      Thanks for lifting us up.

  4. Wonderful post Mark. We had 3 that were 2 years apart and then the next surprise 3 years later were twins. I bought the house next door so we wouldn’t get too close to each other after that. Lol. Hope your team wins!!!

  5. Meatloaf’s the man, but I’m an Orangeman fan. Praying for more good news next week. Go Oran oh their out, again. Blessings 🙂

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