A day late, but a very good excuse. See the glassy eyes? The flushed cheeks (on Andrew)? The pale brow (of the Sweetpea)? The sign balanced on the trashcan (vomit containment device)? Yes, we may be a day late, but we're doing ok considering I write from the house of pestilence. I'm currently downing Emergen-C like it's tequila shooters on Cinco de Mayo. With any luck we've turned the corner and are the end is in sight. Wouldn't want to be stuck inside on the beautiful weekend ahead.
Oh, and Elaine? Took Andrew to the doctor yesterday and, one day shy of 5 months, he clocked in at 19 pounds, 4 oz. That's a whole ounce more than 18-month-old Helen! I don't even know what to say.
A few weeks ago, my high school basketball team played for the state championship, so of course we went. I called my brother in the morning, and of course he was going, so we planned to meet up. On the way there, we talked about who else we might see, and it occurred to me one of my cousins, whose boys are in high school now, might also be there.
So an impromptu mini-family reunion, and they got to meet Andrew for the first time.
A few other spottings: - when we drove up I said to Rich, oh park here, next to Craig (my brother's best friend). Next to Craig, he asked, how to do you know that's Craig's truck (which I've never seen before)? Well, pretty obvious, even in a full parking lot - a Raven's sticker, a UNCW license plate holder, to see a Pocomoke basketball game? Either my brother bought a truck and didn't tell us, or it's Craig's. - Without trying to hard, I saw three people from my class. Only one still lives in Pocomoke (and her son was a team manager), the other two are on this side of the Bay. - I also said to Rich I bet Ryan's dad is here. You think? He wouldn't drive all this way. Sure enough, a dozen rows back, there he was. Pocomoke people turn out.
Nothing beats coming from a small town.
Sadly, the game didn't quite end the way we wanted, but the boys hung tough. Andrew enjoyed his first basketball game and meeting family and demonstrated his enthusiasm the way he knows best - by falling soundly asleep.
When I was in either 9th or 10th grade, a group of older field hockey players coined the P-O cheer. Which, as all good cheers go, is very catchy but makes no real sense whatsoever. I can say I was there when it started.
My very favorite story about Pocomoke? A little off topic, but I don't know when else I could write it and it makes me laugh to this day. The first time I brought Rich to Pocomoke to meet family and friends, we drove into town and past our old house on Second Street , when I pulled to the curb.
Me: What do you think? Rich: (in all seriousness) I don't believe you are from here. M: What?! What about Ryan? R: him either, I can't see him coming from such a small town. M: what about Michael? (Ryan, Michael and I were sharing a group house at the time) R: Michael? Oh yeah, he's totally from here.
4 month check up last Friday. The nurse does all the measurements, then the doctor comes in after reviewing the chart. Those were the words with which the doctor greeted me. As seen in the previous photos, he's got Elizabeth beat in the delicious thighs category. 17 pounds, 10 oz. 25.5 inches long. 17 inch head circumference. He's 95% for weight, 75th for height, and 50th for head.
And that picture above? Of the baby buddha? From his 2 month check up.