Bring on the pink!
I don’t know if you noticed, but just below this post is a sonogram image of my niece, Baby Girl K. Isn’t she pretty?? I decided against posting a picture of her ‘cheeseburger’ – as the doctor called it – nor did I post the picture of her from head to tush. I didn’t want to embarrass the poor thing by showing the interweb her little fetus ass.
She’s a healthy baby girl! Happiness abounds! Bank accounts be drained!
Watching Allan’s reaction to all of this has been interesting. He says that growing up an only child, he never really considered being an uncle. He had no siblings from whom to get nieces and nephews. And BAM, within a month of our wedding we found out about the baby. So, in a 30-day-stretch the boy got parents-in-law, two brothers-in-law, two sisters-in-law. And now a niece. I think he’s a little overwhelmed by his insta-family and is taking his time, letting all of these relationships soak in.
I think it was also a little odd for him when I first moved in, and then when we got Murphy. Allan’s not from an overly affectionate family. They’re not touchy, feely, huggy, kissy people. And in that regard, they’re the opposite of my family. So, here I come, showering him with constant hugs, kisses and cuddles. And then when we got Murphy, OHMYGOD, kisses overload! So Allan went from an empty house where he was by himself a lot, to a full house loaded with affection… all aimed at HIM. And now this growing family. It’s pretty special.
But I’m happy for him. He enjoys all the love, he enjoys all the family, and I think he’ll enjoy being an uncle. And what I think is really cool is that this little girl will never know life without him as her uncle. He’s there from the very beginning. For me, I knew some of my aunts and uncles as single, individual people, so I always remember a time when those they married (and then divorced) weren’t in our family. She won’t have that experience. I like that the six of us – my brothers and our spouses – were all in place when babies started coming along.
Let’s talk about my hair, shall we?
Two weeks ago I went to a fancy salon to have it cut. It was a gift certificate from Allan for Christmas and I was looking forward to using it. I sat in the little chair, uncoiled my long, brown hair and asked for it to be cut to my shoulders. I asked for minimal layers – said I hated choppy hair – and asked that my hair be left long enough to pull back. I’m sure you can see where this is headed… Shorter than shoulder-length. Layers galore. No ponytails. I cried, Allan laughed and it was a mess. For 13 days, I woke up, looked at myself in the mirror, and hated what I saw. I think I looked like Carol Brady back in her heyday. Finally, on Wednesday, I called the salon and explained how I felt. They asked me to come in later that day to see if they could fix my hair. I reluctantly agreed. I knew I’d have to go shorter, which isn’t really what I wanted, but anything had to have been better than the Carol. I emerged with a chin-length bob and heavy bangs… and I love it. Now it looks like Katie Holmes’s hair. This isn’t what I had planned for my hair, but I’m really happy with it. Oh, and I dyed it red. From long and brown to short and red in two short weeks!
It’s NHL All-Star Weekend here in Raleigh and let me tell you, this town is excited! There are all kinds of fun things going on from fan fest to concerts, and tonight Allan and I are heading downtown with some other fine folks to check everything out. Luckily it’s in the upper 50’s today, so while it’ll still be cold, it won’t be awful. I’ll still whine and complain, no doubt, but everyone else should be just fine! And then I’ll spend the rest of the weekend locked inside of the RBC Center. Should be fun, though. It’s a totally change-of-pace and, most likely, a once in a lifetime experience. I was thinking about maybe trying to sneak my camera in. We shall see…
Oh, oh, oh! And THE STEELERS ARE GOING TO THE SUPER BOWL!!!!! More details to come, but I’ll just say Super Sunday – the day of the conference championships, the day the Steelers earned their eighth trip to the Super Bowl – was, indeed, super.