Hello and welcome to the world, little Mr. Howard Thomas! He is so so cute, but I will let my sister do the posting of pictures and so forth when she is good and ready. He weighed in at 8lbs15oz, and a stunning 22.5" long. He is BEAUTIFUL and Mateo got to meet is cousin today. Mama and Papa are soooo cute and happy and it's just a good, good day.
Hellllooooo Howie!!!!
So tomorrow is a small, insignificant day. I will get Teo to day care as usual at quarter to eight. I will be in the office by quarter after. Somewhere in there, my sister is most likely going to give birth to a baby boy.
Whatever.
After that, there's going to be text messaging and some jittery behavior on my end for the rest of the day. I am taking the afternoon off, as I have made a doctor's visit for Mateo at the same hospital where Teo's cousin will be born. So I will pick him up early, go to the doctor's, and see what happens.
I am hoping to get to stop by, to meet my nephew in his early hours. Kari may be drugged up and crazy, but Andoo will let me know the haps as they develop.
The one issue? It's eight pm the night before this day care-work-day care-doctor-hospital driving extravaganza, and I just noticed I have a flat tire. I heard a suspicious hissing sound in my garage this evening as I unloaded the groceries, but I just shrugged it off as nothing. But um... well, the tire is completely flat.
Good timing there, God. Niiiiiiice.
Update: Catastrophe averted. I am borrowing my sister's car because, well, she won't be using it for awhile. I will drive around town in that car and then eventually get my tire fixed. Andoo is going to replace my tire at some point with the spare I didn't even know I had. Yes, I am a girl. I have never fixed a flat. My only excuse is that I haven't owned a car since I was 19, and I honestly never though it was something I needed to learn at any point in the last decade.
We did point out the positive in this, however. Miracle had it that I even noticed the flat this evening, as the guy who was supposed to deliver something to my house yesterday ended up flaking and coming tonight instead. I happened to have left my wallet in my car, so I had to go back out to the garage to get it. And that's when I noticed the flat. At 8 pm, instead of 7 am. When they would have already have been at the hospital and otherwise occupied.
So, I repeat: CATASTROPHE AVERTED.
The slogan at the BCS where I am working is "New Year, New You." They sure know how to capitalize on making us feel inadequate; three tables worth of diet books greet customers as they walk through the doors. While this is not necessarily my favorite way to bring in 2008, I like the catch phrase and feel it sums up my feelings about this coming year. This is a new me in so many ways -- I am not really even sure I can quantify or qualify just how different this year's New Year's was compared to all the years prior. For one, I fell asleep at 9:30. For two, I worked (time and a half, ca-ching) all day on Jan 1st. And for three, the holiday slipped by pretty much unnoticed.
Christmas, however, did not. We crammed anywhere from 9-12 adults in this house at any given time, plus 2.5 babies. The little ones have a way of taking up more than their fair share of space, but they are so darn cute we forgive them. Having the family here was awesome -- I didn't feel a need to escape the madness at any point like I had thought I would. I worked a lot and that was too bad, but maybe it helped me make the most of my time with eveyone while home. It was just a good, happy holiday. Although, I ate waaaay to much sugary goodness. Again, those diet books are not a nice reminder in the mornings when I get to work.
Meanwhile, Mateo is growing and seriously considering the possibility of crawling. We have enjoyed watching him struggle to make it happen. He has become a pro at getting up on his knees, less so at getting his legs to move forward. As my dad said, he crawls by doing knee-knee-nose, meaning once he is on his knees, he just flops forward, nose first. Not a good technique, but I think it is paving the way.
This month will have me seriously working on the job search, as I couldn't help but feel that the holiday was sort of keeping anything from happening on that front. I hate looking for work, hate interviewing even more, but hopefully something good will come of all this. I have been working 40-hour weeks and have just learned that I will most likely get a solid week off as of Saturday, so I hope to maximize my time and set some things in motion. So many changes to look forward to -- it is both exciting and overwhelming.
New year, new you, right?
Happy New Year to everybody.
My niece Eleanor Joyce was born yesterday afternoon and I am about to explode with the excitement of it all. She is so, so wee and absolutely beautiful. I got the call that she had arrived while I was driving, and I actually had to pull over and park to talk to my brother. The new mom and dad are both very tired but I could hear the happiness in my brother's voice (once my own squeeling stopped ringing in my ears). I won't post a picture as she's not my kid, but man oh man, she's a beaut.
Welcome to the world little Eleanor!
