tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37536546.post-5287108241218273172007-10-16T23:01:00.000-04:002007-10-16T23:05:50.906-04:00<span style="font-size:130%;">Everyone: Would you all please tell my beautiful daughter-in-law how gorgeous she looks? If she could bottle that exquisite glow and sell it, they'd be gazillionaires.<br /><br /><img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/wachendorfia/DSCF0017.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/wachendorfia/DSCF0005.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y299/wachendorfia/DSCF0010.jpg" /><br /><br />The proud parents tell me Monkeybutt is kicking up a storm now. Not quite to the point where the gorgeous mom waddles around all day feeling like a clothes dryer full of wet sneakers (hoo boy, do I remember that stage!), but enough that the bedazzled dad can definitely detect the action.<br /><br />And me? I walk around all day having imaginary conversations with the little guy. "What would you rather be, a wizard or a pirate?" I ask him. And he inevitably says a pirate. Then I say, "Well ok, but what would you rather be, a pirate or an astronaut?" And this time he's not sure. He hems and haws until I suggest maybe he can be all three at the same time. He eyes me skeptically, but soon we're busy designing the proper multitasking headgear for a wizard-pirate-astronaut to wear to work. And after that we might run down a hill with our arms out straight, being really fast loud airplanes, until we fall down in the grass and eat cupcakes.<br /><br />So <i>how</i> many minutes until February? <i>Are we there yet??</i></span>Lymphopohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15554015212661098023noreply@blogger.com