Best of Holiday Wishes from this crew.
December 16, 2006
Filed under:The Number Nine
Yep, I’m doing it again. I’ve spent the better part of this morning writing lots of different emails to lots of different loved ones and I said to myself, “Self, you do this and end up writing the same things about 57 times, why don’t you just do a Catch All and write an entry?”
Then I said to myself, “Self, you’re right.” So here I am.
It’s finally getting hot here, and I’m gearing up for my first 90+ degree Christmas. It’s awesome though because we have a pool now and summertastic fun. The pool is one of those inflatable rings with plastic sides that looks like it may be cheap and White Trashic, but is actually durable and awesome. Except the wasps come out and strafe us on attack missions while we’re in there. I don’t know what to do about that part. Bleah.
Both kids are becoming champion swimmers too, and I’m continually wondering why it used to be so impossible to even get a little face into the water to blow bubbles while it now plows down under the surface and spews like an Orca. Curious.
Jo loves the pool because it lessens the weight that ever increasingly bears down on her li’l body. She’s absolutely huge and baby Jade has gone from simply being a poke or a bulge here and there to a constant distortion in her mum’s body. We’ll be having a conversation, something mild about a TV show or coffee or pigs or something, and while I’m talking she’ll get the most bemused look and stare at the BULGE coming out of her stomach. A foot, usually, though sometimes a little hand or shoulder. The wonderment of it never seems to fade and I find myself getting more and more anxious and excited about Who’s in there and When we’ll get to meet her.
Little Jade is fun though and is Happy and Kicky and freaks her li’l bean out when she feels her Daddy’s hand on Jo’s tummy. She’s ready, and I mean ready, to get here Now.
Speaking o’ which, we went to the doctor-type guy, Dr. Von GermanNamingtonHoff and he’s going to deliver to us our baby girl on Baby Gets Out Day, or January 24th. Unfortunately, a mere 5 days before the boy’s birthday, but far enough I suppose, to still ensure plenty of presents. I hope his excitement lasts until the actual D-Day, as he’s quite looking forward to heaps of presents and a new little sister.
Georgia’s still a pill, but only because she can’t seem to quite connect how what she wants to do doesn’t coincide with what the Rules Are. She’s not malicious, she’s not evil, she just can’t work out that it’s not actually Her World. At least we’re on the level of her believing that we’re leasing it with an option to buy. Hell, we used to be renting with constant threat of eviction. Heh.
It’s summer holidays and no school, so the kids have all been around all day. The family got hit with a gastro bug this week and even though that’s really gross and stressful, it was nice to take a couple days off from work and take care of my family. Seriously, I feel not a wince of guilt as this is what Life is Really About, and we’re not exactly curing Cancer by making websites. I know I keep repeating that, but I have to for that little part of my brain that wants to guilt me back into being a working member of the Rat Race.
Honestly, I’ve done it long enough and am now ready to move on. I’m going to stick it out for the majority of 2007, but by the end of it I’ll have started my own consulting/e-marketing firm, be working part-time and writing a book.
Then, and bear with me whilst I wander with reverie, I’ll have a best-selling book(s), 3 happy and healthy children, and I’ll get to spend almost all of my time with the absolute bestest friend I’ve ever had. That’s the game plan folks, and I’m having a hard time doubting that it will happen.
It will happen.
Money and cars and a nice house and all of that other shit can come along too, but it’s not my ultimate goal. We all know that one and it’s a simple one.
Be completely happy.
If I can do that with a part-time-work-from-home job, then that’ll be just as good.
It’s HOT here, sposed to be 97 today or sommat, though I’m enjoying that I’m learning what the other numbers feel like, eg a Max of 36 is forecast and I know that’s freakin’ hot.
The pool is inviting and the Aircon is pumping slowly and gently. The kids and I are playing Jackie Chan Card Games on the bed while Jo zooms around the house tidying and doing laundry. She’s bursting back into energetic motion after the recovery of her body’s internal functions and I’m chiding her “not to do TOO much” whilst I sit on my ass and write this and secretly enjoy seeing her so active. It’s nice when My Giant Baby doesn’t seem to slow her down, let alone a stomach bug.
We’re making our own Christmas Stockings this year, though sadly Jo looked at me quite confusedly when I insisted on having them as they’re not a tradition in her clan. We bought some felt and ribbon and I’ve broken in my new sewing machine (”new” to me from Roni for my birthday) on 4 big red stockings. After dropping by and getting some lollies from Santa yesterday, the kids are ultra excited and working their way into “best” behaviour mode. It’s most certainly going to be an Awesome Christmas this year.
If I don’t talk to you before then, have a happy and safe and wonderful and full-of-love holiday season.
Eat lots, love lots, and enjoy every moment.
And if you get a chance, and think of us, imagine beautiful little tanning half-naked children running around quite moppet-like in their undies. Imagine a swollen and “geez, she’s ready to pop!” hot chick cruising around like she weighs nothing yet occasionally sighing with heaviness. Imagine a proud and happy man, who’s got about 2 kilos to lose because he’s so fat and happy, growing his curls out longer than he ever has before (hi Mom), singing at random moments and wearing nothing but a pair of old blue jeans. Imagine a sweet and happy little baby, kicking and active inside the womb, who is sure to enter her outside life as she has been, and none too soon.
I’ve got to go, I’ve got a battle between the Autobots and the Decepticons to wage on the bed, then we’re going… um… I dunno, we’re out of money and payday’s a week away. Maybe we’ll go to the beach, maybe we’ll get in the pool, maybe we’ll just run around at the park until we’re all worn out and then we’ll decorate our Xmas stockings with glitter and stars and our names. I’m not sure.
The world’s our oyster. Or our Cybertron, depending on which one of us on this bed…uh… battlefield, you ask.
Love to all of you, from Judd, Jo, Damon, Georgia, and LittleNotHereJustYet Jade.