Friday, May 23, 2008
26-Week Update from BabyCenter.com:
Baby now weighs about a pound and two-thirds and measures 14 inches (an English hothouse cucumber), from head to heel. The nerve pathways in his ears are developing, which means his response to sounds is growing more consistent. His lungs are developing now, too, as he continues to take small breaths of amniotic fluid — good practice for when he's born and takes that first breath of air. If you're having a boy, his testicles are beginning to descend into his scrotum — a trip that will take about two to three days.
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{*whew*} -- a close thing!
The new pairents & soon-bornd grandson are, as of a few days ago, finally shed of Californy & safely back in Texas, whar in a couple a months the little feller will be bornd in Texas, where, it being whut has come to pass, the Lord clearly intended.
But It shorely wuz a close-run thing.
Ifn the new Pa hadnta spooled up his projekt contrak when he did, & ifn the two of em hadnt of found theyselfs a likable new quarters over thisaways, i reckon in another month or therbouts the three of them would of tuck to wantin to stay put in Long Beach til after the Stork had of come n gone.
Yessir, as eny fool can plainly see, the stars could of lined up just a hair contrary and from then on til Gabriel blows his horn the young feller would never have knowd a satisfyin & respectable answer fer the queshtin,
"...and how bout YEW, sonnyboy? Whur ezakly did yew say yew hailt from?"
To wich whut could he of possibly said but,
"Aw hell, mister, ya got me, I ain't from herebouts, I wuz born out chonder in Californy".
Swan, wouldn't THET of off-brandet him!
Sooner or later he mite of turnt out to be a card-Gambler or saloon rumdummy or mule smellin Gold prospectur or San Dago loco-weed smuggler or San Franciscy sea-pirate private ear or or some other such like misbegotten agent of woe.
Shoot, what a Desperado he was almost sertinly doomd to have possibly turnt out to have mite have been!
A maskd highway & train bandit and bank robber and hired assassin of women & children and even perish the thought posibly a hoss-theef and lawyer.
Or even worse! He mite a been a Californy politishan, one a them dooly-elected high-falutin damfool Liberils sashayin all fine & fancy strait down the Road to Perdition.
Mercy Sakes, worst of all, whut if he turnt out to be ALL them critters, all rolt up into ONE legenderry & lowdown Blasfemur & Reprobait?
O fie, & hie the fife & drum, blow away wi ye, Vision most Dismal!
So now it shoud be very plain why it is so Mightily to be greatful thet they have come back to Texas. To have side steppd & duckd the Above deescribed cat ass trophy is i reckon purtnear a Murrikel, or at lease sorty kindly like enuff of one to appreciate that great Balance of Fate, located i have oft herd somewhars past the end of the trail, on the far side of the Great Beyond.
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