After a very long and difficult labor, my stong and beautiful sister Dawn gave birth to an eight pound baby girl today at 2:25 p.m. Her name is Ava Eileen. My sister was extremely close to our grandmother (who died in 2000) and gave the little one the name Eileen after Grama. And by sweet chance Ava was born the day before Grama's birthday. (Chance because Dawn was supposed to have the baby early Friday.) Ava looks unusually beautiful for a newborn and has very long fingers and toes and it seems like her nickname will be "Asia" because that's the closest her big brother Trey can get to Ava. I love it. I got to hold my god-daughter for a bit and I was, uh, more than a little overwhelmed by how gorgeous she was and how amazing my sister is and, well, gosh darn it the whole mystery of love and children. That's because of you, Christian Marriage class! Anyway, my whole family is ecstatic.
Because poor Dawn's labor really was traumatic my new sister-in-law, Korie and I kept looking at each other going, "Shit, I don't know if I want to have kids. Adoption is pretty cool." But when we saw Widdle Asia I think we both went..."Um...on second thought."
On a lighter note, earlier this week Sean told me I should bat my eyes to get what I want if the going gets rough. "Does that work!?" say I. "You should give it a try," says Sean. So I tried. And by golly if it didn't work today at Sam's Club! Since I've spent much of my life in a rather surly mood only recently broken this is quite an eye-opener. Huh.
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SAM'S CLUB? You are using your God-given femenine wiles at SAM'S CLUB? At least use them to getter a better interest rate on your mortage, or admission to the graduate program of your choice!
hopefully the whole sam's club experience was simply a test of the "emergency-eye-batting-broadcast" (had this been a real usage of the emergency-eye-batting-broadcast you would now find yourself engaged to meghan barylak)
wait a minute... i AM engaged to meghan barylak!
when do i get to meet my widdle wamb??
OK in order, Thom, you kill me. I missed you on my smoke break at 11:30 p.m. tonight. And I've got to start somewhere! Hopefully, if I start small I can learn to use the emergancy-eye-batting-broadcast when it may actually matter rather than falsely assuming my caustic wit will be attractive enough.
Second, apparently the caustic wit was enough for, Mel! You're my soul mate! And maybe you could come home with me for the baptism?...think on it.
Shannon, that's actually quite touching, in spite of being from the Plain Dealer. And if my sister is anything to go by, true. *sigh*
I hope to get the point of missing people during my smoking breaks considering I cant remember when my last one was... :(
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