GiGi and I have a new playmate on our hands. A little hottie who we find ourselves kissing
quite often and talking sweet to. He’s
tall, dark and more handsome than any other boy I’ve seen lately. His name is Trace Kyler and he was born to
one of my closest friends on July 2nd. (Congrats Lea and Gene! )
(Trace and Gia on their first stroll)
It seems that pregnancy is spreading like a wildfire and
everyone breathing and packin’ ovaries and a set of boobs …is pregnant. I’m so thrilled
that GiGi is getting a whole set of playmates that will be her age. In fact, I’ve always been the youngest in my
group of everyday close friends so it’s interesting that my offspring is the
oldest in her set of friends but still extremely close in age. I know
they’re pretty “wee” right now but we are sure they’ll be friends. Or at least annoy each other like family, as
my mothers’ friends and their kids did with us.
There is one girl, one boy, and another testosterone filled person on
the way. Personally, I hope she falls in
love with either of these boys because I’ve had my share of heartache and it
isn’t fun. With these two being raised
by truly wonderful people – they’re bound to have some good qualities right?
Letting my mind wander, I’ve started to realize that it’s
not just GiGi getting playmates. I’m
getting friends too. Same girls, just a
little mommy spit-and-polish to shake things up.
Honestly, I can’t express my excitement enough.
It goes beyond fictitious weddings and
matching “best friend” shirts in triplicate.
Life was grand when GiGi was first hatched and I wanted to go to parties
and gatherings like I did before I had her.
I just toted her along in a baby wearing get-up or kept her in her car
seat while she slept through everything.
It allowed me to...
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