This man went through an experiment of simulated labor pains to test the theory that men have a higher pain threshold. To his credit (he turns out to be a bit of a wimp) there is no real baby to keep him motivated. But it's fun to watch anyway.
I am not intending to argue that one gender is better than the other, I don't believe that. But I must admit this video left me feeling totally deserving of all the sympathy and admiration we women get after going through childbirth. It must be said that I have had an epidural with all three of my children, so more power to those who do it naturally. BUT I am 100% confident that before receiving an epidural or during windows of time when the epidural didn't work I endured more than this brave fellow. If you have the 10 minutes it takes to watch, let me know what you think.
"Each day of your life strive to enlarge your own circle of friendship."
I fear that I have done the exact opposite and every day of my life since I wrote those words I have decreased my circle of friendship. Sorry friends.
I'm not sure why this is. Nesting has taken over and I have become slightly obsessed with things like organizing closets, cleaning carpets and yardwork (in January?!). It might also be related to the fact that none of my clothes that fit me and are comfortable are acceptable in public.
Even Richard has been converted to my anti-social mentality and we spend our weekends together just the two of us reading books or watching movies after the kids go to bed.
I'm not sure what to make of it all, except that it really is exactly the opposite of what I want. Or maybe not, maybe what I think I want isn't actually what I want...
In any case, next Tuesday I get to board an airplane by myself and enjoy a long flight of quiet time across the country. Then I get to spend three full days with a dear friend in the sunny (hopefully) state of Florida. After which I will enjoy another day of quiet travel without hearing any whining from a five year old, losing my patience with a three year old or picking boogers out of the nose of a one year old.
Perhaps I'm saving all my social juices for my trip. Maybe I'll return a new and more friendly individual.
(Poor little Eli with his numb mouth. Reminds me of David after the Dentist.)
This might explain why she is so bow-legged. The little girl loves to ride!
(Or maybe it was her position in-utero, or maybe it's because her dad is bow-legged and it is genetic...)