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And lo, there was much wailing in the land...

Eighteen years ago today I became a mommy for the very first time.

Behold, I say unto you, there were stretch marks upon the belly and diverse cravings within. Verily, after 24 hours of labor, four of which were filled with pushing, there was delivered a small, squirming bundle who was laid upon my breast that I might feed it. And lo, this did cause much pain.

But not as much pain as giving birth to a teenager.

I would post a picture of her at birth, but my scanner has gone union and is refusing to work.

However, here's the finished product so far.

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All in all, I think we did a good job. I grew a renter! Yay!

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  1. If I didn't know any better I would say a younger version of you.

    I'm not sure, but I think I insulted one of you :-)

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  2. wish the young whipper snapper a happy birthday

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  3. Oh Whitesnake, you just insulted my newly-minted 18 year old. I won't tell her you said it though.

    Not right now at any rate. I'll save it for her graduation day perhaps. That would be a great gift!

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  4. Happy Birthday to your beautiful daughter! Great work by the way! I can't imagine she is ever surly. ;-)

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  5. 'I grew a renter' This is presumably some obscure American term? Or does it just mean she's available for rent by the hour? Please explain before Vicus gets excited.

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  6. Kindness, no, heavens no! She's never surly!!

    Dave, get your mind out of the gutter young man! 'I grew a renter' refers to the fact that if she's not in school full time, and she's living at home, she will be paying rent. Please don't get vicus in an uproar.

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  7. I have a drop-dead gorgeous daughter too. It's a trip.

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  8. Ok........where were you when i was younger?

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  9. Paul, it's a bit disconcerting, isn't it? I see men looking at her and oooooh.

    Whitesnake, I was searching for a boy with an Aussie accent! Never did find one though.

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