I now have 8 grandkids, but the day I remember most is when I went with my middle child for her ultrasound and the tech asked us if we wanted to know the sex, we said "yes" and she said "there are two of them". All I could think was "two what?" And that was my question. to which she said "two babies". My DD sat strait up! I didn't think she could do that as big as she was. The next would be when we were on a trip to Flagstaff, AZ with entire family at a camping reunion. DDIL went with doctors blessing. Dakota was born in Flagstaff 5 weeks early. Went camping the next night!! That was another funny story, well now it is funny. We spent the night in Durango Co, while she was in hospital cause she was not feeling good, so we stopped to have her checked out. Dr there was livid that we were on a trip with her and insisted we turn around and go home. Well, it was 2 days back through the mountains, or 1/2 day into Flagstaff, so we went to Flagstaff. She was sleeping in my DDads camper, he traded her for the tent they brought! She asked me to walk to the bathroom with her. A comment made during that visit lead me to having DS RUN jfor the car. Dakota arrived about 15 min after we got to the hospital!!!!! Two adventures that I will always remember and relish. Though DDIL's mom will prob never forgive me, as baby was almost 2 weeks old before she got to see him.