The New Guy in My Life

Meet our little new guy - BB. Born on September 18, 2011 at 11:43 PM. 5 pounds, 11 ounces of wonder.

It was quite a dramatic day. I felt my water break while eating a chicken wrap in a booth at Mimi's Cafe (Heh...now you will forever remember this restaurant as The Place where I left my mark. Sorry!). So, we left EB in the care of a good friend and rushed to the hospital only to be told that it wasn't my water (it was) and that I probably won't be in labor for days (wrong again) and sent home. That night, I was back at the hospital with major contraction pains and 7 cm dilated. Things moved fast from there (fortunately, not so fast that couldn't get an epidural, though.) and we able to greet our little man just two hours after I had checked back into Labor and Delivery.

Welcome to the world, BB...our adventure together has just begun!

She’s Got a Way with Words, Year 2

It’s been nearly a year since I posted EB's three-year old "EB-isms," so I thought I’d refresh the list. Obviously the latest EB-isms have progressed beyond the simple funny words she used to invent. The latest collection includes a combination of funny-logic, logical-logic, and words that she will want to swallow when she hits pre-pubescent years.

EB on being a child of interracial marriage:
“I’m half-Chinese, but when I grow up I will be full Chinese - just like my mommy.”

She then also likes to point out that K is "Zero Chinese," and look at him pitifully as if he's missing out.  My ancestors would've been proud.

EB on growing up:
“Mommy, I want to live with you and Daddy forever and ever and ever.”

This one makes me smirk. I will be sure to pull it up when EB is in her pre-teenage years; rebellious, surly and ready to run away from home.

EB on her career aspirations:
“When I grow up, I want to work next to Mommy in the same office.”

God, I really, really, really hope this is not going to be the case, for both my sake and her sake. For my sake, because that would show that I have not moved up the ladder in 17 years. For her sake, because office jobs are overrated. I like my job just fine…but for the love of everything that’s good, follow your passions, EB!

EB on who’s the boss:
EB: “Mommy, I’m going to be the boss of you.”
Me: “Umm…no. I’m the boss of you and don’t you ever forget it.”
EB: “OK. But Mommy, you’ll never be the boss of Jesus; Jesus will always be the boss of YOU.”

This confirms that we are in the South. Neither K nor I are that religious; we’ve gone to the church maybe a handful of times, so she definitely picked this one up from other kids.