Great Baby Summit 2010

This weekend was full of babies! Barry and I counted 11 people we know that have either had a baby or are having a baby from the time that Maggie was born to her next birthday! That is a whole lot of babies!

We had a mini A-Town reunion at HBHQ on Friday and Erin, Molly, Katrin and Lara came to play. I love my Anacortes friends because years can go by, and when we all get together its as if no time has passed by. I think Molly might be my ‘newest’ friend that came – and I became friends with her back in 7th grade. (If we really want to get technical, I met Molly well before my 7th grade year, who’s counting, right?)

Erin’s son, Gavin, is a few days younger than Thomas and it was so much fun to have the trio together to let them cry, drool and poop together. Once the campfire started, they all focused their attention to the flickering flames.

When I sat down tonight to look at my pictures it appeared that Thomas was  camera hog and stole the show, as Gavin and Maggie are not in nearly enough photos. Thomas was quite jolly that night, so it makes sense.

By the way, Barry busted out the burst mode on us while taking some pictures. You think I’d be less surprised about it, but, by the looks of my face, he got me again. It was so great to see old friends again and I hope that we’ll be able to make the stars align in the future and do it again, because although I’ve made new friends, I sure do like my old ones.

P.S. Krista, we really missed you, Will & Lance!

She Was There

I love my cousin Chaya (a.k.a. Chach) very, very much. We’ve got a trillion inside jokes and we always seem to have a good time no matter where we are. She was there for me the time I got escorted out of the airport in Kansas City to dump my water bottle.  She was there for me when I won the golden ticket at Disneyland. She was there for me as a teacher to my students when I couldn’t be.  She was even there for me when I was huge and pregnant, making me burgers and fries.

But today.

Oh, today.

She was there for me to leave and go get a massage. I left my baby in her arms, happily asleep, and I went and had the most glorious massage. It meant more to me than all the pregnant burgers or empty water bottles.

Even though Maggie woke up and was somewhat of a grump, because that is what babies do when they notice their mama isn’t around apparently, Chach was steady and kept my baby from becoming a total Grump House.

Now I can add that Chach was “there for me the time that I really needed a massage and got one” to the list.

I might just move that one to the top.