Mother gives birth to a record breaking 9 Babies....

mrstime said:
Yup right up until they turned 2, then watch out! Again 9 teenagers would be a nightmare too. I've been there and done that.............4 times in 4 years!
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I'll take them all! Plenty of experience with tons of nephews and nieces.
 

mrstime said:
Yup right up until they turned 2, then watch out! Again 9 teenagers would be a nightmare too. I've been there and done that.............4 times in 4 years!
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ROFLMAO!

So true, except I'm convinced a few of my children were genetically programmed to start the terrible-two's earlier! :giggle:

Goodness... 4 in four years, you were busy! 😲
 
PamfromTx said:
Lol @Aunt Marg , Lily started her terrible twos when a year old according to her mother.
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I believe it, Pam! Not all kids are alike.

My last two, both boys, started before they could walk! The bedtime battles that would ensue, and never one, always both! Temper tantrums, screaming, crying, fussing, kicking their legs, the performance they use to put on, AND... being the last two and youngest in the family, they lived up to being true babies!

I'm certain they shared a secret language among each other, because neither one was interested in toilet training, and when I found one up to no-good and being naughty, the other was always in company!

Nonetheless, I was feeling so proud one early morning, I had changed both in their cribs, fed them breakfast, then sent them outside to play dressed only in diapers and freshly laundered snow-white short-sleeved t-shirts. They looked so sweet, and as a mom I felt like, look at my two little ones, all clean and fresh... what a doting little homemaker and mom I am, so dedicated.

Last thing I remember telling them was, "don't let me catch you in the flowerbeds", and I even wagged my finger at them when I told them to send the message home. "Okay mommy, we won't play in the flowerbeds" were their last words to me, and away they went. As I always did, a periodic check out the kitchen window to ensure all was well (what a blessing our fully fenced yard was), anyhow, there they were, riding their tricycles, swinging on the swing-set, and jumping/playing on an oversized black rubber inner-tube the neighbour had got them.

Birds were singing, windows and doors were all open letting in the fresh summer morning air, what a little miss Molly homemaker and mom I was. Well, with what seemed like only a few minutes that had passed, I peered out the kitchen window again to check up on them, only to find them down on all fours digging and playing in the flowerbed.

Oh my word, the soil was like muck having been freshly watered the night before, and Pam, they were covered from head to toe. What a mess!

Truth be told, what I'd give to relive those days again, even if only for a short amount of time. The baby years go by so fast. Gosh, the stories I could tell
 
Aunt Marg said:
I believe it, Pam! Not all kids are alike.

My last two, both boys, started before they could walk! The bedtime battles that would ensue, and never one, always both! Temper tantrums, screaming, crying, fussing, kicking their legs, the performance they use to put on, AND... being the last two and youngest in the family, they lived up to being true babies!

I'm certain they shared a secret language among each other, because neither one was interested in toilet training, and when I found one up to no-good and being naughty, the other was always in company!

Nonetheless, I was feeling so proud one early morning, I had changed both in their cribs, fed them breakfast, then sent them outside to play dressed only in diapers and freshly laundered snow-white short-sleeved t-shirts. They looked so sweet, and as a mom I felt like, look at my two little ones, all clean and fresh... what a doting little homemaker and mom I am, so dedicated.

Last thing I remember telling them was, "don't let me catch you in the flowerbeds", and I even wagged my finger at them when I told them to send the message home. "Okay mommy, we won't play in the flowerbeds" were their last words to me, and away they went. As I always did, a periodic check out the kitchen window to ensure all was well (what a blessing our fully fenced yard was), anyhow, there they were, riding their tricycles, swinging on the swing-set, and jumping/playing on an oversized black rubber inner-tube the neighbour had got them.

Birds were singing, windows and doors were all open letting in the fresh summer morning air, what a little miss Molly homemaker and mom I was. Well, with what seemed like only a few minutes that had passed, I peered out the kitchen window again to check up on them, only to find them down on all fours digging and playing in the flowerbed.

Oh my word, the soil was like muck having been freshly watered the night before, and Pam, they were covered from head to toe. What a mess!

Truth be told, what I'd give to relive those days again, even if only for a short amount of time. The baby years go by so fast. Gosh, the stories I could tell
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Oh, but what wonderful memories you have! And what a vivid memory. lol👶👶👶👶👶👶
 
Aunt Marg said:
ROFLMAO!

So true, except I'm convinced a few of my children were genetically programmed to start the terrible-two's earlier! :giggle:

Goodness... 4 in four years, you were busy! 😲
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Yep, people used to ask me "How do you do it?", well you just do it, I didn't think it was anything unusual. I stayed skinny until after they were all grown up.
 
mrstime said:
Yep, people used to ask me "How do you do it?", well you just do it, I didn't think it was anything unusual. I stayed skinny until after they were all grown up.
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It's so true, as moms we just do it, and yes, there was no time for naps and breaks in those days. :)

I can't believe the stamina I had back then.
 
Aunt Marg said:
I believe it, Pam! Not all kids are alike.

My last two, both boys, started before they could walk! The bedtime battles that would ensue, and never one, always both! Temper tantrums, screaming, crying, fussing, kicking their legs, the performance they use to put on, AND... being the last two and youngest in the family, they lived up to being true babies!

I'm certain they shared a secret language among each other, because neither one was interested in toilet training, and when I found one up to no-good and being naughty, the other was always in company!

Nonetheless, I was feeling so proud one early morning, I had changed both in their cribs, fed them breakfast, then sent them outside to play dressed only in diapers and freshly laundered snow-white short-sleeved t-shirts. They looked so sweet, and as a mom I felt like, look at my two little ones, all clean and fresh... what a doting little homemaker and mom I am, so dedicated.

Last thing I remember telling them was, "don't let me catch you in the flowerbeds", and I even wagged my finger at them when I told them to send the message home. "Okay mommy, we won't play in the flowerbeds" were their last words to me, and away they went. As I always did, a periodic check out the kitchen window to ensure all was well (what a blessing our fully fenced yard was), anyhow, there they were, riding their tricycles, swinging on the swing-set, and jumping/playing on an oversized black rubber inner-tube the neighbour had got them.

Birds were singing, windows and doors were all open letting in the fresh summer morning air, what a little miss Molly homemaker and mom I was. Well, with what seemed like only a few minutes that had passed, I peered out the kitchen window again to check up on them, only to find them down on all fours digging and playing in the flowerbed.

Oh my word, the soil was like muck having been freshly watered the night before, and Pam, they were covered from head to toe. What a mess!

Truth be told, what I'd give to relive those days again, even if only for a short amount of time. The baby years go by so fast. Gosh, the stories I could tell
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I wouldn't go back to the baby years -- or the teenage years -- for all the tea in China.
 
9 babies! With that many I'm amazed that non were born conjoined. Thank God they all are separate individuals and I pray that each is healthy and stays healthy. And that the mother heals well.
 
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