Holiday Prezzies
Dec. 20th, 2007 10:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aubreymSince neither Tom nor I are going anywhere for the holidays, our family has been mailing our presents to us. Which is very sweet. However - most of the presents actually aren't for us. Tom's parents told him this straight up. They said, "Don't expect anything for *you* for Christmas." We laughed. But it's true! The baby isn't even born yet and already he's getting more presents than a child could possibly need. It's hilarious. When we opened the box from Richard and Judy, we discovered that we got one envelope for us, something for me to wear at the hospital (not opened yet), and the rest - for The Boy. This is as it should be - and also gives us a much needed giggle. Here's a shot of our current 'under the tree' situation:
Here we have his first singing present. I think the batteries might disappear before he's born:
It seems that Tom's family is encouraging us in raising him in true San Francisco fashion:
And here's me - starting to feel pretty big (again, as it should be). His butt (I think) is pretty firmly up against my lungs. Working hard to give me heart burn, and to keep me hopping by dancing around at all hours. (Today was a quiet day, though yesterday and the day before were much more active. He tends to go in waves like that.) I can't believe I have only 40ish days to go. And I'm less than three weeks away from being considered 'full term'. Yay!
I talked to Grandma for about half an hour today. She's not sounding so great. She wasn't confused or anything, but she sounded a lot weaker than she did just a couple of days ago. I managed to convince her to open her gift from me early. I got her a bracelet with a silver heart, engraved to say 'Great-Grandma'. I wanted her to have at least a little while to enjoy it, before either she's too confused to understand... or gone. She's been choosing her casket, and picking out a dress to wear for her funeral. She met with the minister from her church today and they were planning her funeral. Needless to say, Mom's been having a hard time watching her do this - and helping her. If I could be there, I would. It wouldn't be perfectly easy for me either, but I am a step removed. She's not my mother. Bad timing. Yesterday, when we were talking Mom said, "If I do happen to get dementia, don't feel too badly. Seeing this all up close isn't so easy." An understatement.
Here we have his first singing present. I think the batteries might disappear before he's born:
It seems that Tom's family is encouraging us in raising him in true San Francisco fashion:
And here's me - starting to feel pretty big (again, as it should be). His butt (I think) is pretty firmly up against my lungs. Working hard to give me heart burn, and to keep me hopping by dancing around at all hours. (Today was a quiet day, though yesterday and the day before were much more active. He tends to go in waves like that.) I can't believe I have only 40ish days to go. And I'm less than three weeks away from being considered 'full term'. Yay!
I talked to Grandma for about half an hour today. She's not sounding so great. She wasn't confused or anything, but she sounded a lot weaker than she did just a couple of days ago. I managed to convince her to open her gift from me early. I got her a bracelet with a silver heart, engraved to say 'Great-Grandma'. I wanted her to have at least a little while to enjoy it, before either she's too confused to understand... or gone. She's been choosing her casket, and picking out a dress to wear for her funeral. She met with the minister from her church today and they were planning her funeral. Needless to say, Mom's been having a hard time watching her do this - and helping her. If I could be there, I would. It wouldn't be perfectly easy for me either, but I am a step removed. She's not my mother. Bad timing. Yesterday, when we were talking Mom said, "If I do happen to get dementia, don't feel too badly. Seeing this all up close isn't so easy." An understatement.
