Sunday, May 18, 2008
Friends I haven't even met yet
I must be the luckiest baby alive. I have the best family. I have the best Grandparents (and lots of them!). I have Aunts and Uncles who love me like I'm some kind of royalty. And I have Cousins and cousins, and they are all so nice and they are all so very good to me. And my Mommy is great! Oh and Dad's o.k. too.
And man do I have lots of friends. (Most of them are grown-ups, but that's o.k.) I have friends like Holly and Lori and Donna and Janet who work with my Mommy and Daddy and Grandpa. I have friends like Shannon and "aunt" Gail and too many others to list at church. My neighbor Judy brought me clothes from JC Penney. My neighbor Michael gave me his pacifier.
And then yesterday the mailman brought me a gift from my friends Mary and Ibrahim. Now, strictly speaking, they are actually Dad's friends from his college days, but now they're my friends too: They sent me some very nice clothes and the nicest card. And Mommy says the clothes will even fit me!
But here's the strange part: Mary and Ib live in North Carolina, and I've never even met them! Can you imagine getting gifts (nice gifts!) from someone you've never even met? How nice are these people? And how lucky am I to have friends like that?
I'll tell you: I am lucky. Very lucky. Dad calls it "blessed."
Let me tell you something else, too -- it's hard work being a baby. My head weighs about 600 pounds, and sometimes it's all I can do to hold it up. My legs are too wobbly to use for anything, and my hands won't go where I want them too. I try to talk but no words come out, just noises.
I can't even microwave a frozen burrito. And even if I could, Mommy wouldn't let me eat it.
But it is very comforting to know that there are so many people who care about me. Old people, like my grandparents (and my Dad). Young people (like my friend Erin and too many cousins to list). People who live close by (like my friend Heather across the street) and people who live far away (like my Great Aunt Judy and all my cousins in North Carolina). And people I haven't even met!
Dad says it's amazing. (He also says it's surreal, but I don't know what that word means.)
Anyway, so that you're up to speed on the events in my life... I've had a good week. On Tuesday Mommy had to to go to training all day and I went to work with Dad. We had lunch at Skyline and I got to see my friend Jill. My friend Lori held me a bunch! All in all it was a good day. Wednesday evening Mommy had to work and I got to visit with Grandma for awhile, which is always great. I saw Grandpa and Grandma Driever one night this week (Thursday I think), and then we all went out to dinner.
Yesterday afternoon I went with Dad to the bank, and my friend Gail held me while he worked on their computers. She even let me sleep on her shoulder for awhile! After that I went with Mommy and Holly to the mall while Dad went out with those goofballs that make music.
Today we had lunch with Grandma and Grandpa (and my friend Bea), and later we made a quick stop at Target (oh yeah!). I tried on a life jacket but it was too big. (If you took the cardboard box that a refrigerator came in, cut arm holes in the sides and then stuck the Michelin Man inside it, that would be what I looked like. Except on a much smaller scale.)
Life is good.
And man do I have lots of friends. (Most of them are grown-ups, but that's o.k.) I have friends like Holly and Lori and Donna and Janet who work with my Mommy and Daddy and Grandpa. I have friends like Shannon and "aunt" Gail and too many others to list at church. My neighbor Judy brought me clothes from JC Penney. My neighbor Michael gave me his pacifier.
And then yesterday the mailman brought me a gift from my friends Mary and Ibrahim. Now, strictly speaking, they are actually Dad's friends from his college days, but now they're my friends too: They sent me some very nice clothes and the nicest card. And Mommy says the clothes will even fit me!
But here's the strange part: Mary and Ib live in North Carolina, and I've never even met them! Can you imagine getting gifts (nice gifts!) from someone you've never even met? How nice are these people? And how lucky am I to have friends like that?
I'll tell you: I am lucky. Very lucky. Dad calls it "blessed."
Let me tell you something else, too -- it's hard work being a baby. My head weighs about 600 pounds, and sometimes it's all I can do to hold it up. My legs are too wobbly to use for anything, and my hands won't go where I want them too. I try to talk but no words come out, just noises.
I can't even microwave a frozen burrito. And even if I could, Mommy wouldn't let me eat it.
But it is very comforting to know that there are so many people who care about me. Old people, like my grandparents (and my Dad). Young people (like my friend Erin and too many cousins to list). People who live close by (like my friend Heather across the street) and people who live far away (like my Great Aunt Judy and all my cousins in North Carolina). And people I haven't even met!
Dad says it's amazing. (He also says it's surreal, but I don't know what that word means.)
Anyway, so that you're up to speed on the events in my life... I've had a good week. On Tuesday Mommy had to to go to training all day and I went to work with Dad. We had lunch at Skyline and I got to see my friend Jill. My friend Lori held me a bunch! All in all it was a good day. Wednesday evening Mommy had to work and I got to visit with Grandma for awhile, which is always great. I saw Grandpa and Grandma Driever one night this week (Thursday I think), and then we all went out to dinner.
Yesterday afternoon I went with Dad to the bank, and my friend Gail held me while he worked on their computers. She even let me sleep on her shoulder for awhile! After that I went with Mommy and Holly to the mall while Dad went out with those goofballs that make music.
Today we had lunch with Grandma and Grandpa (and my friend Bea), and later we made a quick stop at Target (oh yeah!). I tried on a life jacket but it was too big. (If you took the cardboard box that a refrigerator came in, cut arm holes in the sides and then stuck the Michelin Man inside it, that would be what I looked like. Except on a much smaller scale.)
Life is good.
Subscribe to Posts [Atom]
