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April 29, 2009 Wednesday |
April 29, 2009 |
Husband, today I didn’t get mad at you when I caught you peeing in the shower area. …For yelling at me for some stupid reason. (He admitted eventually it was indeed stupid, I love when you’re being true to yourself harhar cuz guys guys come on, you have this tendency to believe you’re invincible for ghadsakess.) …For dropping my toothbrush in the toilet bowl.
It’s Merlin’s birthday today. We’re 32. Yowza.
It’s sex, fun and good time for the boy. There will be no arguing. No back-seat driving… Anything I can do for you, Your Highness?
He sent me email of his wishlist two weeks ago. Husbands, I think telling your wives what gift you want is chill easy because it saves us from buying you underwear.
$60 Extended Battery for Laptop
$279 Bio-Fin C-Series Pro
Mum-in-law will get him the fins (I was supposed to get that Ma! Yeah right. ) while the housewife chose the cheapest from the list and a yellow balloon.
And a box of his favorite glazed donuts. The girlz and I surprised him at 4:30 this morning when he got home from boys’ night out.
By the way, Merl is on Facebook now. His bestest friends the Pogi Brothers signed him up. Who could ever think such a loveable, pleasant, wholesome present? Guys, thanks for this and not paying for a lap-dance. Super sweet. The world is turning into a better place.
Merl, Lem & Nic. Pol not in picture.
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April 18, 2009 |
I feel guilty for not writing happy unbirthday-birthday notes to you Maia, things have become really tight and busy since you came and Momma doesn’t wanna miss opportunities… but then I figured it’s THIS opportunity that I am missing, these romantic letters that are meant only for you.
For seventeen months I’ve known you. Plus nine months prior to be exact. And for a short time you taught that life is not about competition but about smiling and holding hands. To be honest I never liked corporate because that is competition. Powersuits and all, overtime and stress, paperworks on coffeebreaks… Being mom to you and Max is the best job! The hardest, happiest, non-monetary paying career ever.
I came across an article about how a mother and daughter could never be friends. And it scared me. I was thinking, what if she would hate me on her adolescent years? What if I didn’t know how to guide her through the torrential deluge of teen life? What if she slammed the door on my face and talked back at me just like what I did to my own mother? What if she ran away with a boy she thought was true love then one day come back home pregnant? I’d die, serious as a heart attack. So when you were still a bundle of cells I told God how I wanted to have a boy.
And then He gave YOU.
Five Months Pregnant With You:
During ultrasound I kept hearing “It’s a girl!” in my head. But I would be a natural mother to a boy. It’s gonna be a girl… And I know fart jokes and I love dogs and used to have a rock collection when I was six. Gonna be a girl gonna be a girl… I really wanna watch baseball games and arrange cowboy-space parties. Girlgirlgirl…
“Congratulations Ma’am, it’s a girl!”
I was right. Like I was psychic or something. I was happy. Really, really I was. And I drove home hunched over the steering wheel, nervous-excited, nervous-scared, because holy sssh I was going to have a daughter again.
And then you came. And when I first laid my eyes on you I wanted to punch my face for ever thinking that I didn’t want a daughter. It’s astonishing how wrong a person can be about things, BIG things. I didn’t know perfection can happen twice in my life because you and Max spell it just right. So it was you all along. You were but that perfect dream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily…
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