|Sunset last Tuesday|
|Do I get the bed to myself when Ron's away? Of course not.|
Believe it or not, she held perfectly still and didn't really seem to care about what the scissors were doing.
|I'm pretty sure this is an "After" shot.|
I resisted until Friday morning before I broke down and texted her: "Is 'exhausted' code for 'Sorry, but I'm having a baby'?" Reply: "HA! No, I thought you would think that. How about tomorrow at 2pm?"
But, I knew--I KNEW--when I went to bed that it was not meant to be. Laurie consumed every inch of space in my head all day Friday, and it got worse as the day went on. I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, slam my head against a wall, or call a psychiatrist to make it go away. I knew what it meant, but I didn't call. And believe me, I wanted to call SO BAD. My friend Marcie calls it "being on the same wavelength" as another person.
Sure enough, I received a text at 7am on Saturday: "Leah Ann, born at 12:19am. 20.5 in. 7lb 13oz. We are happy and healthy ... Needless to say, no coffee today."
Let the freak out commence.
Laurie was so nice--she let me come visit in the hospital. She and Nick told me everything--she lucked out with a super-fast delivery, zero complications. Why can't they all be that way?
I didn't take any pictures of the baby because I just wanted to look at her without a lens in the way. I'll have some soon, I'm sure.
In much lesser news, I bought some new area rugs for the house and the Fluffs LOVE them.
I barely had this thing straightened out on the floor, and the Fluffs were rolling all over it. Luckily, it's not going back. It's really plush and cushy AND reversible. I catch them randomly sitting on it throughout the day when they typically would be on the couch or the bed.
You good Catholics out there should know what the Seven Fishes represents. My college Italian prof--an 80-something Napolitano--asked us this question in our Italian Civilization class. Keep in mind, just about EVERYBODY in that class was a product of Catholic school except for me. He asks in Italian, "Who can tell me the significance of the seven fishes? Why do the Italians pick seven?" My mind totally blanks as some kid goes, "For the seven mortal sins?" Whereupon my prof rolls his eyes and snorts, "No ... chissa' ? .... .... [rolls eyes] PER I SACRAMENTI: il battesimo, la penitenza, la prima comunione, la cresima, il matrimonio, gli ordini sacri, gli unzioni degli infermi [rolls eyes] .... [in his accented English] Don't any of you know your catechismo?" **
ummm, they don't teach that in public school. And I didn't learn crap in CCD ... so, uhh, no?
That's what so cool about majoring in a language: You learn another way of life. It's not about memorizing the words and stringing them into coherent sentences. People who look at another language that way never really get it. It's about reading, for example, San Francesco's "Canticle of the Creatures" in his native language and then studying the geography of his native Umbria so to understand, "ohhh ... it's hard to live there and not dedicate your medieval life to becoming a holy tree hugger. I get it." It's about learning the details of the Italian Civil War and understanding that spaghetti carbonara is a result of the resistance fighters having nothing else to eat while on the run across the countryside. It's about reading Machiavelli's Il Principe and sadly understanding that old Niccolo' was a corrupt American capitalist approximately 300 years before corrupt American capitalists even existed. It's about understanding that seven fish represent seven (well, six depending on which path you choose for yourself) necessary and essential milestones to nearly every individual in an entire country for nearly 2,000 years.
Even then, I knew my professore had every right to roll his eyes (many times) at us.
So anyway. I'm still trying to decide if I'm going to bake this holiday fruitcake loaf thing tonight that my mom asked for a few months ago. We have to do pizzelles, biscotti (both Ron's projects) as well as cut-outs, marshmallows, and ... I'm sure I'm leaving other cookies out. Who am I kidding? Ron will be doing all of them too. I will DEF dedicate a post to the marshmallows. They are freakin incredible and even better to eat.
I'll be around more this week ... one week and counting.
** I have no idea if any of my Italian is correct there. I used Google translate because I'm too pigra (lazy) to cross to the other side of the room for my dictionary.