I took the weekend off from writing to you so I hope you aren't upset. Your father and I had a fun weekend. One of the highlights was on Saturday. We went to a company party (his coworkers are fantastic) and got to see all the kids running about and playing in the pool and the like. It made me miss you even though we have never met. You might as well know that your Mommy (and therefore you are) is Irish and likes to indulge in whiskey now and again at soirees such as the one on Saturday. However, we innocently fed the dogs strawberries and apples in awe of their vegetarianism, whilst sipping Vitamin Water and plain ole water. It was a great time. The house was not too far from us or the city proper, yet was on acres of beautiful land. We leaned on the perimeter of the fence and watched herds of deers and a few cows. We swiftly side-stepped the numerous deer droppings and turd piles. A few people at the party knew of your existence but were sworn to secrecy. Kevin, one of Chris's friends and co-workers, told me that he just knew something was up because Chris had been walking around "with a shit-eating grin on his face all week." That made me smile like rainbow from side to side. After the party we went to Babies R Us and we bought two outfits for you: one a bear-like pajamas with paws and ears on a hoodie, and the other a green feetie onesie with two frogs and the inscription "Mommy and Me." Your father picked out the latter and I the former.
Yesterday we went to Bailey Banks and Biddle and looked at assorted engagement rings! I have a very good idea of what I want, something with rose-gold with the center diamond haloed. But they didn't have anything like it pre-made so your father is determined to set out on his own to make the creation with a jeweler. This makes it even more special. I had two hormone attacks yesterday. One involved my hearing a BlueBell ice cream commercial on the radio in which a country singer croons about the simple days on the farm and how Blue Bell Ice Cream brings him back to those days. Yah...
Today I have been reading a bunch of poems, particulary those of Galway Kinnell. I discovered GK around the same time that your father and I met and we bonded over the loveliness of the poems which depict the beauty of everyday reality. One of Chris's earliest gifts to me was a book of his poetry. We both really love his poems about cherishing the moments in a family's life, even if some are too risque for little eyes and ears!
Here are some pictures of the rain I promised ya the other day. It has kinda a nifty blurry-through-the-window effect. The sky after a heavy storm always reminds me of eyes after a good cry.
Video of freaky Sprout defending his toy from Onion and me! As you can see the house is a wreck from moving and I love my bottled water.
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Just wanted to add- Noodle is the size of a poppy seed right now. How awesome! And, of course, welcome Noodle!
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