Wednesday, July 21, 2010

That's What Little Boys Are Made Of...

My brother and his wife are expecting their first baby any moment. Literally! We've been waiting with baited breath since yesterday because it seems as though my sister in-law is in early labor, and every fiber of my being just wants to hop into our van and drive the four hours to be with them RIGHT NOW as they welcome this precious little soul into the world.   I'm going to be only slightly less annoying, however - and just blog about how emotional I get about the people that I love having little people of their own to love.  Because I know that won't annoy my brother AT ALL.

I can't quite believe that my little brother is going to be a father.   A part of me still expects all this new baby-ness to be one of his legendary practical jokes (like the time he told me that he backed my parent's car into a lawnmower just after I actually DID back their car into a lawnmower.  I was SO FREAKED OUT that there were evil lawnmowers lurking behind every bush and boulevard ready to jump out and bash themselves into us - all while he laughed himself to tears every time I drove anywhere - for DAYS.  Not that I'm an easy target or anything....).  But, I've seen the evidence firsthand - in the form of my unfairly gorgeous and glowing sister in-law - and all signs are pointing to BABY! 

Mansoor and Nadia's baby boy is already so loved, by so many of us - at our house, Inara has already been telling everyone she meets that, "I have a sister named Issie and a baby brother and his name is Ameer and he is coming really SOON!" - at which well-meaning and ignorant strangers look down at my belly and say, "Oh! You're expecting again!  And so soon!"

And that's when I regret eating that Post-Day-From-Hades bowl of ice cream after my little cherubs have gone to bed.  Again.

Ahem. I digress.

Right. So apart from the fact that Inara is clearly over her little sister and is now yearning for a little boy counterpart (to which I say I AM NOT READY TO DO THIS AGAIN. Yet. Ever. Probably. Maybe.  Oh but babies smell so good....Ack!  I must remember the sleeplessness and the non-stop fighting and the needing and wanting....and oh, the smell...the squishy cuddles....and, oh crud...I...just...can't....resist....) - we're all eagerly anticipating Baby Ameer's arrival.  I'm personally looking forward to being the Aunt that buys him cute clothes, keeps him up late, and sneaks him unhealthy treats.  So basically the things that Mansoor and Nadia have been doing with my kids for years.  DON'T THINK I DIDN'T NOTICE, GUYS.

So, hurry up and come on out, sweet baby!  We can't wait to meet you - and your mama REALLY wants to get some sleep!

Ameer, my little prince, I am so looking forward to gazing at your genetically-blessed face and marveling at your amazing metabolism (which you surely will not have inherited from me!).  I know that you and I are going to have so much fun together in the years to come. I can't wait to tell you about the time your daddy ate dirt, or snuck out of the house or the many times that he stood up for me and protected me, his big sister, when nobody else would.  I love him, and your mommy, and YOU more than words will ever be able to express.

Sweet little lovely boy, you've already melted my heart and you're barely even here.

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