I'm baaaack . . .
. . .but not to worry, Michel fans . . . this does not mean that my dear and talented husband will stop writing. My lovely sister has even admitted that she wishes that he could quit his job and stay home to look after Margo, enabling him to continue to write such frequent updates. If only. But since you're all stuck with me. . . I figured I had better start putting my two cents in . . this blog is getting too one-sided.
Being out and about with Margo is really lots of fun. A friend told me once that folks are more friendly when you have a baby, and I think that must be true. I had three people approach me to ogle Margo just now while we were out to get some groceries. The conversation inevitably goes something like this:
Stranger: "Oh my God . . . how old is she?"
Me: "She's 9 days old today."
Stranger: "She's gorgeous! Nine days! She's . . .BIG!!! How much did she weigh when she was born?"
Me: "8 lbs 7 oz. But she already up to 9 lbs."
Stranger: "Imagine! She must be a a good eater."
Me: "Certainly . . look at her chins"
Stranger: "Wow. . that's a healthy baby. . ."
I feel this crazy surge of pride when people comment on her hair, her chubbiness, her colour . . It's strange to walk around in this cloud of love. I want everyone to notice her . . I get a thrill out of people doing double takes as they walk by the stroller. It's strange to be so proud of a little baby
whose major accomplishments so far seem to be eating well, sleeping well, and being cute. I can't help it. I'm smitten.
Smitted I am also with this gem of a man who sits being me saying "Cuckoo" in a sweet little voice to our baby. He is now saying funny things to her in French and translating for me . . .in a wicked bad French accent. He makes me laugh sooo hard (admittedly in my sleep deprived state, I'm an easy target). Just yesterday, I received an email from a friend from my UNB days the other day. Said friend has never met Michel, but she wrote to tell me that I had made a "a beautiful decision in regards to life partners." - - I couldn't agree more! Thanks for the note, Sara.
I leave you now with a picture I took yesterday of our girl . . I still say she looks like I did as a baby . . Mom? Laurie? Don't you agree?
Being out and about with Margo is really lots of fun. A friend told me once that folks are more friendly when you have a baby, and I think that must be true. I had three people approach me to ogle Margo just now while we were out to get some groceries. The conversation inevitably goes something like this:
Stranger: "Oh my God . . . how old is she?"
Me: "She's 9 days old today."
Stranger: "She's gorgeous! Nine days! She's . . .BIG!!! How much did she weigh when she was born?"
Me: "8 lbs 7 oz. But she already up to 9 lbs."
Stranger: "Imagine! She must be a a good eater."
Me: "Certainly . . look at her chins"
Stranger: "Wow. . that's a healthy baby. . ."
I feel this crazy surge of pride when people comment on her hair, her chubbiness, her colour . . It's strange to walk around in this cloud of love. I want everyone to notice her . . I get a thrill out of people doing double takes as they walk by the stroller. It's strange to be so proud of a little baby
whose major accomplishments so far seem to be eating well, sleeping well, and being cute. I can't help it. I'm smitten.Smitted I am also with this gem of a man who sits being me saying "Cuckoo" in a sweet little voice to our baby. He is now saying funny things to her in French and translating for me . . .in a wicked bad French accent. He makes me laugh sooo hard (admittedly in my sleep deprived state, I'm an easy target). Just yesterday, I received an email from a friend from my UNB days the other day. Said friend has never met Michel, but she wrote to tell me that I had made a "a beautiful decision in regards to life partners." - - I couldn't agree more! Thanks for the note, Sara.
I leave you now with a picture I took yesterday of our girl . . I still say she looks like I did as a baby . . Mom? Laurie? Don't you agree?
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5:50 p.m.Suri, shmirri! She can't hold a candle to Margo My LaDouce. I don't care what anyone says. She's awesome.
Donna, this must have to come from your side of the family because aside from Val and Michel, we were all pretty much goofy looking babies. And yet, I do see a little Angie in her. Hphmm! It is what it is, I guess.
So does this mean that Papa has gone back to work and you're at home alone with our Margo? You do realize that means competition between you and Michel will get alot fiercer from now on. Beware of teetie bearing men with red goatees and black rim glasses.
By the way Michel, Adrian loved the photo of Grocho Marx, young and old, so much he's sending a copy to his mom. Mom Peek has never met you but just imagine what impression she has of you now.
I hate to bring this up while you're still recouperating from the Margoville,September 8th, 9th and 10th ordeal but...when is baby #2 and #3 coming? I mean, #1 daughter is too darn cute and fragile to bear adulation alone. Although, something tells me that she can also be a clever, cunning, and demonic sibling. After all, there can only be one royal throne, n'est-ce-pas? And she will guard it well. I love her.
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