Archive for July, 2009
Wednesday, July 29th, 2009
Maybe her 1st baby too!!
Jennifer Ann and I have been friends forever. No, really, forever. In past lives and everything.
Today is her 32nd birthday! She’s also 7 days overdue with her 1st baby. Here we are together (and thinner) 3 years ago at my wedding:
*as per usual, click on the pics to make them un-sucky*
When Jenn found out that she was pregnant and her due date was around her birthday she got all greedy and decided that she did not want to share her birthday with the baby and so of course we all know that that means she’ll probably birth that wee one today because that’s how the universe rolls.
Here’s a picture of us at her baby shower:
You know how sometimes even if you REALLY love someone, if you spend to many seconds or minutes or days in a row with them at your side they kind of drive you bananas and you still love them but you wish they’d just go away?
Yeah well, that NEVER happens to us. I could eat, live, breathe and be with her all the damn time and never get sick of her sweet self. It’s always been that way. I’m almost pretty positive she feels them same way. If she doesn’t then she’s a better faker than Meg Ryan in “When Harry Met Sally.”
Here’s we are in Mexico with our Misters:
Aren’t they handsome?
It’s very good the Misters love each other too because they need some thing to do while the Jenns gossip, bitch, giggle, drink wine, grow babies, (NOTE: we DO NOT drink wine and grow babies simultaneously. No need to contact the authorities*) make food, cry and talk about people the Misters don’t know from like a hundred years ago or our past lives when we were both Egyptian Princesses. Insert another *wink* here. We’re not really crazy enough to think we used to be Egyptian Princesses. I mean, we’re wacky……just not plain old crazy, you know??
So anyhoooooo….it’s my Shirley’s birthday..because if we were a sitcom we’d be Laverne and Shirley and she’d be sweet save the world Shirley and I’d be tough milk and pepsi drinking Laverne because that’s how we roll folks. Only we’d be the knocked up versions of Laverne and Shirley because that is ALSO how we roll and we all know if Laverene and Shirley ever were knocked up they would be knocked up together because that’s how THEY roll.
Here’s a pic of our birthday girl/Mama-to-Be taken like 5 seconds ago.
She’ll be having that wee one any second now. Ain’t she pretty??? I’m pretty sure it’s a boy, which would make Baby Boy Nutbrown and the Misters very happy because the boys need more boy power to compensate for the overabundance of our super strength girl power.
Happy Birthday to my beautiful ‘Shirley’……..nobody loves ya more than this ‘Laverne.’
“Give us any chance, we’ll take it.
Give us any rule, we’ll break it.
We’re gonna make our dreams come true.
Doin’ it our way.
Nothin’s gonna turn us back now,
Straight ahead and on the track now.
We’re gonna make our dreams come true,
Doin’ it our way.
There is nothing we won’t try,
Never heard the word impossible.
This time there’s no stopping us.
We’re gonna do it.
On your mark, get set, and go now,
Got a dream and we just know now,
We’re gonna make our dream come true.
And we’ll do it our way, yes our way.
Make all our dreams come true,
And do it our way, yes our way,
Make all our dreams come true
For me and you.”
Thursday, July 23rd, 2009
Friday, July 17th, 2009
Monday, July 13th, 2009
I’ve waited so long for you. I love being pregnant and I cherish each moment of this miracle making. I watch my belly grow and love all this stretching and widening and weirdness. I often dream of you….what you like…what colour your eyes are….if you’re a boy or girl…what your laugh sounds like. All of these secrets will soon be revealed and I’ll remember how much fun I had and time I spent imagining you.
I hope you have your Daddy’s kind soul. I hope you love music. I hope you see the world. I hope your (blue?) eyes are open to new things, people, places, food and ideas. I hope you’ll try (just about!) anything once. I hope you love the beach. I hope you love books like your Grandma Barb and I. I hope you make up your own mind like your Grandma Ann. I hope you know you’re not always right. I hope you change your mind, your hair, your job, your favourite song.
I promise to listen. I promise to be your parent and someday your friend, in that order. I promise to use the teachable moments you present me with. I promise to acknowledge my mistakes. I promise to learn with you. I promise to laugh. I promise to let you see me cry. I promise to tell you the truth. I promise to make you do something. I promise to let you have ‘do nothing’ days. I will read to you. I will hug you. I will assure you that you can do and be anything you want. I promise to let you be angry and get happy again.
I want you to harm none. I want you to appreciate what you have. I want you to strive for more. I want you to treasure your family. I want you to have a dog. I want you to say ‘please.’ I want you to make good friends. I want you to dream big. I want you to look people in the eye. I want you to mean what you say. I want you to overtip breakfast waitresses. I want you to say ‘thank you.’ I want you to ask for a raise when you deserve it. I want you to be positive and enthusiastic. I want you to be the first to say, ‘hello.’ I want you to offer help. I want you to ask for help. I want you to marry for love. I want you to count your blessings. I want you to love this life.
I will make you fudge. I will make you mad. I will let you get dirty. I will make your bed. I will make you roll your eyes. I will make your lunch. I won’t do everything for you. I will cause you tears, but only because I love you. Then, I’ll dry those tears.
We will play dress up. We will have picnics. We will eat ice cream for breakfast twice a year. We will read together every day. We will swim. We will run. We will fall. We will get back up. We’ll hold hands. We’ll make a list of things we want to do and do them all one summer. We’ll dance crazy in our pyjamas. We’ll walk together. And someday, you’ll walk alone…with me watching, smiling, crying.
Be like your Daddy. He is strong and smart and empathetic. Be like me. I am energetic and outgoing. Be loud, sometimes, be quiet. Be who you are and become what you want.
Here we wait for you. We’ll always be here for you. We love you. You are another gift from God in this most precious love and life your father and I share.
Whenever you’re ready……I’m as ready as I’ll ever be……