That time we made the emergency dash to the hospital, I forgot to mention it was a false alarm...again. The third one in a week. Jimmy was not amused at all. I thought she said her waters broke? She did, but they didn't. How did she get that wrong? She just peed her pants a … Continue reading Kids.

G is for Granny and grandad.

Reminiscing last night about when Whitney went into labour with JZ. I could barely get dressed; never mind have a shower, and he was in there singing. My nerves were gone. Our Whitney was in labour and instead of getting her bag out to the car, he was in the shower singing. Are you serious, … Continue reading G is for Granny and grandad.