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Friday, October 30, 2009

All the babies I've loved....

Alyssa and I were sitting at the computer, reading all the blogs this morning and having our girl-chat. Alyssa is 4 months old but holds a good solid intellectual conversation. She does her best analytical thinking after a change of undies and a slurp of formula or pureed mystery fruit. She's quite advanced for her age. We took a break from reading to have just a little more slurp. I was telling her how much I enjoyed her company and her smile and her LOUD conversations (had to turn up the radio yesterday as she was drowning out CCR). Then I got to thinking about all the babies God's put in my life over the years. There's been lots. Not only my 3 biological blessings. Cute, ain't?

When GrumpyCrazyUnk and I were starting out, a long long time ago in a world far far away, he was a carpenter. And in that universe, circa 1983, nobody had money to build or remodel or build add-on, thus the work was slim pickens and in turn, so was the money. I started adding children to the mix to be able to eat. My first additions were a pair of brothers, Adam and Mark aged 2 and 6 months. They were alot of work as I also had my oldest two biological babies aged 2 and 3 to chase. "Chase" being the operative word. I then added my darling bestest friend's 2 girls, Amy and Corey, aged 2 and 2 months. Now we're talkin CHASE.That makes 6 kids under the age of 4. I've never slept so good as I did at the end of those days. But we ate! Amy and Corey are beeeuuutiful women now living in NYC and Chicago and setting the world on fire.

After Army life came and went Unk went on to nursing school. Again, no moola and now 3 offspring. I needed me some babies. There came, duhn duhn duhnnnnn, MEGAN. Afraid of everyone and everything. Cried at everyone and everything. Dared not look at her, speak to her or heaven forbid! touch her! oyy.
In there somewhere was Kyle a 2 y/o crrraaazy boy. I found him on top of the fridge one day if that tells you anything. Only time I've ever told the mom that I just can't watch him anymore.

That's about when we got our Sam arama Ding dong. This darling little 1 y/o with black, black curly hair, big blue eyes, with his beloved blanket in tow. He stayed ours for 3 years, even though I fed him pepper on his doughnuts and kept him in a closet "for no apparent reason", so he told his Daddy. When we moved to beautiful south central Indiana he went on to stay at my sister's house and is still our family.

Then came Alicia. Our darling friend's 2 y/o daughter. Mommy worked at the hospital w/Unk and needed me. Needed me, that's all I needed to hear. She joined our family and blended like nobody's buisness. Unk taught her good wholesome words like moron and numbskull. She's all grown up and taller than me and durn it, lives in far away Canada.

Our neighbor had a beautiful little 4 y/o redhead ,Ralphie (our name), Rachel (real) who needed someone to play with her before and after school. How fun was she?!! She'd lip sync and gyrate around on the back porch to Spice Girls tapes and just couldn't figure out what we were laughing at. She's a senior now. sigh...

We moved to the country. The biobabies grew up and moved out. I needed me some babies. Daughterunit's best friend was kind enough to have one for me. Aren't friend's the best? Our darling dearest sweetie pie, insert ahhh-music here, Kaia. Sadly her Unk named her Poopypantswhineyfacewaterhead girl. Don't ask.

Kaia joined our life when she was just 8 weeks old. Unk bought me the Happy Chair so I could rock her properly. And nothings been the same...for Hank either. From day one they've been best of pals. He'd gently take her socks off, share his food, his crate, toys and has spent countless smiling hours chasing her and vice

Mama isn't working right now which is good news for Kaia and Mommy. Baaad news for Unk and the Queen. She comes to play as often as possible now. I talk to her on the phone, she knows speed dial. I can see years and years of Kaia blogs ahead.

When Kaia had to go home we got Beanie Boy aka Corban. I dunno why they all have regular names. Mom and Dad should just wait to fill out the birth certificate till Unk or I dub them w/something much more fun. Poor lil Beaniboy was a preemie. He had some tummy issues and spent most of his days hurting and crying. Never held it against him. He'd smile when he felt good. Mommy got to quit her job she hated anyway and now they are sooo happy together.

Baby George moved in for a short while this summer. Mommy and Dad thought we lived too far to treck. Even though we buy only the best baby equipment for them to play in. hmmm?..
Now we have our sweet lil Tator. Her family calls her Alyssa but, what can ya do? She is one of the easiest and happiest babies since my own 3 happy campers. Just a pleasure. She's rarely unhappy and when she is it's a blowout fit. Gonna do, do it right!  She loves her some Unk and he feels the same way. She's darling, darling.

 Our lives have been enriched beyond measure by these little souls. The money was a bonus, not the goal. I can't wait to see if God has more for me!


  1. "I started adding children to the mix to be able to eat." - I do not remember eating children.

  2. smarty pants. See what I have to deal with??