Ya know, as a general rule I don't use names (except mine and the pups') in my journal. My guy is, my guy (I know, how original is THAT? but it keeps confusion to a minimum so I'm sticking with it, besides, it kinda has a catchy ring, doncha think?). MY mom is memom for reasons I will not divulge at this time. Maybe later. Dad is dad. Cuz that's who he has always been. Sometimes, just to irk my brother, I would call dad, "MY dad" which somehow my brother took to imply that dad was not also his...but I digress, yet again.
So I am breaking my own tradition by sharing with you the moniker of
the newest addition to my guy's family. His sister is due to give
birth to Gabe in just a few days. I'm so excited, I can't hardly
sit still. Cuz I might get to see him on Saturday. And I
haven't seen a newborn in years. And maybe I oughta do something
about that internal, maternal clock that's starting to sound off and
annoy the hell outta me.
I went months ago and pawed through bibs at a consignment shop (the
same one from which I bought my queen-sized bed). I selected 10
of them. Cuz babies use lots of bibs with all that drooling going
on. I even got matching "Daddy's little boy" and "Mommy's little
boy" ones and just how adorable is THAT?!?
Then this weekend, my guy and I went to Wal-Mart. I found a small
willow laundry basket. Covered its bottom and sides with a few
layers of tissue-paper (green, yellow, and of course, blue).
Filled it with baby-boy things...
I took all the onesies outta their packages, rolled each one up, and
tied a bib around it. I stacked them carefully in the basket and
topped it off with a card. In the basket were also 3 pairs of
newborn-sized socks. An aside here, why do the socks have no-skid
grips on them? Does someone think a newborn is gonna hop up and
skedaddle across the kitchen floor?
The card shows little diaper pins scattered across the front with a
rubber duckie pictured front and center. The outside reads, "Just
a little something..." and the inside finishes with, "...for your
little someone." I gave the basket and all the trimmings to my
guy to deliver to his sister from the two of us for Gabe, the new babe.
His older brother, who is now 4, asked his mom why they were buying
diapers. After all, he is a big boy. His mom explained that
the baby would need them. To which he replied that he'd teach
Gabe not use the diapers but to use the potty, like he does.
Kids, ya gotta love em.