Baby Weekend |
I have just returned from a weekend of freezing my ass off, nearly busting it while maneuvering unsteadily on the icy sidewalks, reading trashy entertainment magazines with my two oldest friends, eating Indian food, eating pizza, eating crackers and hummus, getting barfed on, drinking wine, gaping at what I am told was actualy a very small amount of snow like an alien from an arid planet, reading The Time Traveler's Wife, eating purple potato and spinach frittata and the most scrumptious grits north of the Mason-Dixon Line, drinking brandied hot apple cider, eating coffee gelato, holding the cutest baby of all time, and demanding that others take numerous pictures of said baby and myself for posterity, to record these first moments we ever spent together, this non-blood relative of mine whom I claim as my niece, when she was only five weeks old. And now I will relentlessly post a lot of inevitably slow-loading pictures because there is little else to say other than I loved being with these oldest and dearest of friends and hogging this baby and seeing some newer friends and watching all of these friends see each other. And that I miss them all already, and that my friend is a great mom, and that finishing The Time Traveler's Wife somewhere over Tennessee forced tears out my dehydrated airplane eyes, and that I want this baby to be lying on my chest right now, and if I never see any amount of snow ever again, it will be too soon.
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