So I guess the new year is going to be full of more fun things than I thought. Sometimes when you give up on somebody, they go and surprise the heck out of you. Or lie to you in order to keep you in the dark. You know who you are.
But that’s OK. Because we all know that people, especially family members, cannot keep secrets from me. Actually, my family is terrible at keeping secrets, period. I think we all have problems with talking too much. For instance, my Grandma Kimbrough once called my mom and told her she had something really important to tell her, but she couldn’t tell her. So she shouldn’t ask. Yeah, that’s pretty much how we operate around here. Absolutely no poker face.
It all comes out eventually. I guess I’ve got to go buy some new jeans at the Buckle for somebody now. Work clothes are one thing, but date clothes are something entirely different. OK, so you don’t want creepers looking at your butt at work, but you might want them looking at you on a date. Well, I mean, they aren’t creepers if you are on a date with them. At least I hope not. You know what I mean, not what I say.
My sister Sarah and I had major issues with the whole talking thing today. We kept saying the wrong words. But, sadly, we knew exactly what the other meant to say, and just answered appropriately, probably with other wrong words. She asked what bedroom I was buying towels for. I knew she meant bathroom. I said I was glad she was not pregnant in winter, but meant to say summer. It’s kind of a sister thing, I suppose. That or we both are similarly impaired. Probably a little of both.
And that leads to the other thing I am really looking forward to this year. My sister Sarah is expecting her third child the beginning of February. She went past her due date with her son and daughter, so she’s pretty much guessing she might go long again this time. I hope not for her sake.
Mandy and Joe babysat her little kids while we went to pick up all the new stuff she is going to need for the new baby. She has been so busy buying stuff for Christmas, she hasn’t gotten the stuff she needed for the baby yet.
You forget all the stuff you have to have for a baby nowadays. Yikes. There are the bottles, pacifiers, onesies, crib sheets, changing pads, diaper bags, diaper genies, nail clippers, booties, baby wash, and diapers. Oh my goodness, diapers are soooooo expensive. You could go broke just keeping one baby in diapers. I think she paid about $10 for 15 newborn diapers. That’s about $.75 per poop. I could make a lot of inappropriate comments here, but I am going to pass. Go ahead and pause for a moment to comment amongst yourselves here.
We had to get a new car seat for the new baby. Evidently car seats now have expiration dates on them. Really. Expiration dates. Supposedly the sunlight and other elements deteriorate the seatbelts and plastic so that they are not as safe as when they are first assembled. Sarah had Joe turn their old car seat over to check the expiration, and yep, you guessed it. It expired December 2011. How fortunate for them. Anyways, Sarah was paranoid that the nurse at the hospital that escorts them out will check their car seat for its expiration date and not let them leave with the baby. So she bought a new car seat, just in case. That is totally what I would have done, as well. Feel free to pause and talk amongst yourselves here about our paranoia. Go ahead, judge me. I don’t care.
Anyways, so I’m pretty excited for Sarah to have another kid. I only had the two, mainly for fear of the puking for nine months again. I just couldn’t walk into another term of puking on a daily basis with my eyes wide open. I also remember that about half way into labor with Joe, I said, oh, I remember this now. I think I don’t want to play this game anymore. I want to go home. But I guess it was too late at that point. The nurses were not amused.
I hope Sarah makes it through OK and it goes quickly for her. I’m sure she will be glad to be done with all the morning sickness too. Waking up on the bathroom floor does not make for a good start for the day. At least not in my experience.
So it’s gonna be a good year. My family is doing well. Joe has been running and doing his pushups and sit ups so he is in shape for basketball and can make it through his upcoming tournament this weekend. I’m still hoping, however, they don’t play any teams that like to press. He’s an ace on the half court, but on the full court, well, he really likes football. Have I mentioned how good he is on the line?
Mandy is way active and having fun. Too many sports (club volleyball and YMCA basketball), too many activities (library volunteering and TAB), plus all her hang-out time with her friends keep her really busy. I know that it’s just the beginning. When she hits high school we will never see her. And no, there is no serious boyfriend -- for now, anyway. There just seem to be a lot of extremely talkative teenage boys. (It’s not a date, mom.) Her dad is doing a little happy dance, but he is keeping his guns close at hand.
Speaking of boyfriends . . . other people may have boyfriends. I’m not saying who. And if you see them in new jeans that someone bought for them, you might be able to guess. But I’m not saying who. I’m so good at keeping a secret.
Poker face
Our Lips Are Sealed
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