Page 18 of The Champion
Corner Weights –This is the distribution of a car’s weight among the four wheels. Managingcorner weights is very important to handling. This weight is usually adjustedthrough raising and lowering each corner by rotating a threaded spring perch oneach shock absorber or at some other point in the suspension linkage.
“And Merry Christmas to you too...Axel Charles Riley,” Jameson placed another kiss on his tinyforehead.
Axel let out an adorable little whimper and snugglingcloser to me.
The nurses had taken off his oxygen so we finally wereable to cuddle him without tubes in the way and all I wanted to do was snugglewith my boys on Christmas.
My Boys.
When I looked back at my life this time last year,everything about it was different.
I wasn’t lying in the arms of my dirty heathen and Iwasn’t holding our newborn son. Even though it’d only been a year, a lot canand had changed in that year.
In 365 days, 52 weeks, 8,765 hours, or 525,948 minutes yourlife can change completely.
What you once believed in, you don’t anymore. What youonce loved, maybe you don’t anymore. What you never thought was possible hadsuddenly became possible in those 365 days, 52 weeks, 8,765 hours, or in those525,948 minutes of the best and worst year of your life.
“I can’t believe we’re parents now.” I said softlyleaning my head against his chest.
Listening to his steady slow breathing I traced theplanes of his chest, remembering what we had been through to get to right now.It may have been one of the best years and the worst years of my life mendedtogether but the reality of it was this, lying in a hospital bed with my dirtyheathen and my flailing adorable spaz.
I was oneproudMama Wizard.
Jameson stroked my face. “Me either...I’m actually a little worried about it. Wedon’t have a clue what we’re doing.” He told me with a wary expression he’d hada lot these last few days.
The truth was—we didn’t have a clue.
I glanced over at the parenting books on the metal traynext to me.
“We should read those.” I looked up at him and I almostburst out laughing at his expression of complete disgust.
He groaned.
“Those books don’t make any sense. Who wrote themanyway?” his eyebrow arched. “I bet they don’t even have kids.”
“Did you even read them?”
“Well...kind of.”He grinned. “I’m more of ahands ontype of guy,” He leaned backagainst the bed with his fingers linked behind his head and an amused look onhis face.
“Since you’re so hands on,” I handed him the baby. “Ithink he needs a diaper change.”
You could literally see the blood drain from his face.
“I haven’t had to change him yet...mom did it earlier and then the nurse.”
“You said you were hands on...getto it.”
He took Axel in his arms gingerly. “Seriously?”
“Yes...I can’t getup.”
Jameson had this look on his face as if I’d just askedhim to commit a murder with me. Slowly he turned on his heel and placed thebaby on the changing table.
I could get up but I was being lazy, not to mention Ifelt similar to that Michelin Tire guy, the only difference being my rolls werefat, his were tires, I think.
I couldn’t believe how everything turned to a jelly likesubstance after the baby came out. Why can’t that just come out with the baby?This was something I’ll never understand I guess. Now I understand why plasticsurgeons are so busy with tummy tucks.
“Where are your diapers little man?” Jameson asked Axelin the cutest voice I think I’ve ever heard him use.
