Did you guys see that truck? The one that ran me over? Cause that's what I feel like. After dealing with a day of baby fever (an actual fever, not wanting another baby), apparently caused by his flu shot, I came down with a stomach flu. From 6 pm to 6 am, I knelt over the toilet, feeling completely devoid of my internal organs. I did take a quick break to get some sleep, but took my puke bucket with me. And although I was in no mood to smile, the thought of a bucket next to me in bed kinda made me laugh. It's probably been 20 years since I've done that. I then spent the entire day on the couch, thanking God that John was able to stay home with Gabe. Because if not? Um, I'm not really sure what I would have done. What to women do when they are on death's door and have a babe to take care of?
Anyway, moving on. I'm finally feeling better, so what's the first thing I do? Internet, internet, internet, I've misssssed youuuu. And it's time for another installment of my own personal Encyclopedia. This week is dedicated to the letter G.
Gin -- Gin holds a special place in my heart. Not only does it taste fantastic with juice or tonic water, I also think of it as a key to my good marriage. You see, my grandmom, or Nan if you will, is a feisty 86 year old who has a taste for gin. She's been drinking gin on the rocks so long that the smell of gin reminds me of her, in a good way, I swear. Well, years ago when I first brought John around to meet my family's matriarch, they shook hands and she offered him a drink. He asked what she was having and she said gin. He said he'd have the same, not caring what mixer she used. When she handed him a tumbler of straight gin on some cubes, he nearly spat it out. But being the good boyfriend he was, he held it in and managed to finish his drink. He knew (and continues to know) who he needs to
impress keep happy in this family and does an amazing job to this day. He loves my grandmom and I'm pretty sure she loves him too. Gin will keep us together.
Gabriel -- This one was obvious. He's the little doll baby I always hoped to have. I get my fix of dressing him up and at the same time, forming a perfect little mama's boy. I strive to make him a hilarious, smart and friendly little gentleman. But the trick is to not let him know he's hilarious. Am I right? Kids who think they're funny are obnoxious. And I blame the parents. Anyway, back to my most perfect baby. He's awesome, that's all.
Gap Sweatshirts -- I got my first Gap hoodie sweatshirt in high school. It was gray. My older brother had a navy blue one. We'd constantly be borrowing each other's, not really knowing whose was whose. They were and have always been my go-to comfy sweatshirt. It's the only thing that I don't mind having a big honkin logo on too. Somehow I ended up with both the gray and the blue sweatshirts, so now I share with John. If one of us is sick, you know we need the Gap hoodie to feel better.
Grown Up -- Sometimes I can't believe I am one. Yup, I've got a husband, a house and a kid and I'm quickly approaching 31 years old, but sometimes I really do feel like I'm 19. I don't like dealing with other adults on a serious level and I'm horrible at small talk. I much prefer to seek out the teens that will laugh at my jokes and make light of any situation with me. If I'm talking with a professional, like a dentist or window repair man, I get nervous and talk in run-on sentences. I've realized that one of the best parts of having a baby is that he's a built-in buffer. People will always choose to talk about him and I am a-ok with that. He's the subject I know best these days. I can use his boring sleeping/eating facts with adults /other parents and his funny/gross stories with youngins. Win-win.
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