I received WONDERFUL news this week from my sister-in-law that the tiny peanut growing inside her.... IS A GIRL!! So in just 4ish months I will be the VERY proud Aunt-T of niece! I couldn't be more excited!! I've looooove having a nephew, and even though I don't get to see him as often as I would like, it is such a joy when I do get to see how much he's grown, how handsome his features are becoming, and soon his personality and voice will be seen and heard, and I cannot WAIT. And to think about this summer, and the sweet GIRL I get to hold and see the same in, is just too much joy to contain :)
Soooo, as any normal auntie would do, I set out to purchase a gift for my sweet un-born niece. Husband in tow, we trecked through baby isles, cooing at item after item (me cooing, him groaning at the price tags), and then I saw something magical happen... my husband touched a coo-worthy item... said he could see our kid wearing it... then... came the magic words: "Get me out of this section..... IT'S MAKING ME WANT A KID."
*cue jaw drops, gasps, girly EEEE's, OMG's, text/phone calls saying "What?", etc.
Yeah! My husband said the magic words!! The words were quickly followed by extreme back-peddling when he saw the shock/surprise/smile on my face. He clarified by stating that he wanted it to be a male child, in no time soon, and not until they produce the technology to guarantee the gender. I might add to that list: when they discover actual money-growing trees. Ha! So sorry friends and family, no babies here. But the bug definitely bit the hubster, momentarilly, and I thought he'd be un-bitable!
It is inevitable for eyes to immediately fall on us, when every other female sibling in the family has a child or is with child. (literally, every female, hub's step sister even announced this week that SHE'S expecting too!) And when those eyes fall on us, we have decided to immediately look to God. Cliche, I know. But really. We don't know why we don't have that itch to start a family, we're not sure when or if we ever will. Neither of us get cute butterflies thinking about having children of our own, we honestly find the idea crazy and expensive! But we do know that when God deems us ready, we've asked Him to make it VERY obvious to us.... I'm hoping it's not a cute butterfly landing on my belly or something cheesy like that... for it to be clear to me it's going to take that butterfly actually SPEAKING to me... in Spanish... followed by an interpretive dance... with a dozen ladybug back up dancers.
So for all of those hearing my excitment over being an aunt and wondering, as most people have been, when I'll be next, the answer is in no time soon, no matter what magic words crop up, unless the Lord wants otherwise. I am sooooo excited and happy for the sisters in our life that are embarking on the journey of motherhood, and I hope I can be an aunt their little ones look up to. But for now, I'll leave the mothering to them. In fact... I may have established a phobia of talking butterflies now... lovely.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Test Time
The next week ahead will hold a couple of tests for me! I have 25 exciting months being a wife under my belt. I've been a puppy deliverer, a cupcake baker, a Pinterest addict, a jewelry maker, a wannabe photographer, a sewing-beginner, a laundry sorter, a mover/unpacker, an aunt, a cake decorator, and homeless. But is that enough to embark on 2 large tasks in the same week that I'm mildly panicked about? Doubtful.
1. COOK-TO-IMPRESS-AND-NOT-EMBARASS
Wednesday I am hosting the dinner for our Church Small Group. The small group I was hesitant to join because I knew my turn to host the meal would come around eventually. Pathetic. I know. But now it's here! And I'm fighting the urge to either move away or become suddenly struck with an illness of non-cooking proportions. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! Now, if it were a meal of cupcakes and beads, I'd be set, and wouldn't even break a sweat, but a DINNER? Like a whole MEAL? Cooked well? For 8-10 people? Ummmm.... this will be interesting. I've only ever "cooked" (and by cooked I mean, rotated the same 3 meals my husband manages to choke down) for 2 people EVER. Now I'm increasing my portions and have not the slightest clue HOW plus making sure it's good enough to not be that meal that people sneak dinner in before??!! Sigh. Freaking out.
2. HOST-A-SHOWER-AND-DON'T-CRY-OR-DISAPPOINT
Then, the following weekend I will be hosting a Wedding Shower for a Bride-to-be cousin, by myself! Wedding Showers are a Bride's first taste of being the center of attention, they're like Christmas, and lame if not planned well. No pressure cousin-of-the-bride who volunteered to do this! Ha! Now, I'm a big girl, and have budgeted, brainstormed, and Pinterested plenty up to this point, but now that it's almost here, I'm having serious doubts of my party-planning abilities! Again, if Pinterest and puppies are all that's needed, I've totally got this. But when my perfectionist self plans 4 dessert options, perfectly coordinated colors, handmade favors, and strategically "hip" party games, the expectations set on myself are rather high. If all doesn't go the way the Martha Stewart magazine I've laid out in my head for this shower is supposed to, I fear my reaction. I'm don't think I'm one of those women that pouts and actually cries when a party doesn't go as planned, but there's a first time for everything... *remembers dentist's office adventure*
Next week will definitely test the abilities I've humerously attempted the past couple of years as a wife. Cramming is required. This weekend I'm probably going to test some recipe's, start rounding up and making shower decor, google easy recipes for dummies, and brush up on my laundry and organizing skills... completely unrelated to my cramming session, but equally nessesary due to the neglect this week of worrying has accumulated.
Stand by for test results... they're sure to be entertaining... and probably 70% embarassing... Stay tuned.
1. COOK-TO-IMPRESS-AND-NOT-EMBARASS
Wednesday I am hosting the dinner for our Church Small Group. The small group I was hesitant to join because I knew my turn to host the meal would come around eventually. Pathetic. I know. But now it's here! And I'm fighting the urge to either move away or become suddenly struck with an illness of non-cooking proportions. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH! Now, if it were a meal of cupcakes and beads, I'd be set, and wouldn't even break a sweat, but a DINNER? Like a whole MEAL? Cooked well? For 8-10 people? Ummmm.... this will be interesting. I've only ever "cooked" (and by cooked I mean, rotated the same 3 meals my husband manages to choke down) for 2 people EVER. Now I'm increasing my portions and have not the slightest clue HOW plus making sure it's good enough to not be that meal that people sneak dinner in before??!! Sigh. Freaking out.
2. HOST-A-SHOWER-AND-DON'T-CRY-OR-DISAPPOINT
Then, the following weekend I will be hosting a Wedding Shower for a Bride-to-be cousin, by myself! Wedding Showers are a Bride's first taste of being the center of attention, they're like Christmas, and lame if not planned well. No pressure cousin-of-the-bride who volunteered to do this! Ha! Now, I'm a big girl, and have budgeted, brainstormed, and Pinterested plenty up to this point, but now that it's almost here, I'm having serious doubts of my party-planning abilities! Again, if Pinterest and puppies are all that's needed, I've totally got this. But when my perfectionist self plans 4 dessert options, perfectly coordinated colors, handmade favors, and strategically "hip" party games, the expectations set on myself are rather high. If all doesn't go the way the Martha Stewart magazine I've laid out in my head for this shower is supposed to, I fear my reaction. I'm don't think I'm one of those women that pouts and actually cries when a party doesn't go as planned, but there's a first time for everything... *remembers dentist's office adventure*
Next week will definitely test the abilities I've humerously attempted the past couple of years as a wife. Cramming is required. This weekend I'm probably going to test some recipe's, start rounding up and making shower decor, google easy recipes for dummies, and brush up on my laundry and organizing skills... completely unrelated to my cramming session, but equally nessesary due to the neglect this week of worrying has accumulated.
Stand by for test results... they're sure to be entertaining... and probably 70% embarassing... Stay tuned.
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