Yesterday was Mothers' Day. I drove back to Casper last night. I watched "Desperate Housewives" as I was reading old papers. Now there are some mothers with kids who make motherhood real interesting.
My twins job last weekend was rocking and bottle feeding. During the feeding a big burp receives an "atta boy" or "good boy." Watch, in a few years that same burp would earn a rebuke of "Stop that. People might think you are from Nebraska or something." Growing older isn't always easier.

"You might be a Redneck if...You have a tattoo that says 'Mother' and it's spelled wrong."