Congrats indeed to all!

Make the most of the next few nights sleep! Dude three women in the house...
ebay must have a batch of ear plugs somewhere and then quickly destroy all
Next directories and block all shopping internet sites while you have the
chance... your doomed....LOL That said no such issues here so maybe you will
be lucky too.

Mrs_D is 4 weeks since B_Day tomorrow and thus fit to drive as far as the
consultant was concerned, worth checking with car insurance assuming Mrs_R
is a driver. Some insurance companies have a 6 week restiction. Fortunately
Mrs_D's are happy with the consultants recommendation. Check before
discharge!

Baby_D had a first today - trip to the pub where he downed half a pint (of
SMA) then promptly gagged it up again.... makes a Dad proud... see if thats
my take in 17 years time!

Lee D

Congrats Dave and Mrs Dave  we are past that stage (thankfully)  but the
additions
to a happy family are the icing on the cake . Can I offer you this (from
another group)
to print out and save for (much) later use.

Derek

RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGHTER

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a
package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so
long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep
your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to
wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off
their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of
your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open
minded about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to
the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big,
and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes
do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my
daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers
securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilising
a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when
it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each
other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the
day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is
an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my
house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to
date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is ok with my
daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you
will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you.
If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear,
and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to
be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is
putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting
the Forth Road  Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you
do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden
stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within
eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is
dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient
temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank
tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater,
and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong
romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features
chain saws are ok. Football matches  are ok. Old folks homes are
better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-
aged, dim-witted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am
the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where
you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth,
the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel,
and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the
sound of your car in the driveway for a Chinook coming in over the
Helman province. When my post traumatic stress  starts acting up, the
voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for
you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway
you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the
perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my
daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no
need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is
mine.

Congratulations to all involved.  ;)

Heheheheh.

The tired stays, the happy gets variable ... ;)

Congratulations on your new arrival.

Lizzy

Dave R typed:

Congrats to you both.