This is My New Tiny Nephew.

Isn't he cute? So cute! SO INCREDIBLY SUPERY CUTE?!!!!! This is my sister's second baby and last time I wasn't able to get out there until he was a couple weeks old but this time I got to be IN the delivery room!!!!

At least SuperH got to check his vitals. All I did was
help my sister put on her oxygen mask
and it wasn't even on!!

That was really cool and scary. Honestly I felt sort of useless and in the way. I wished they'd let me clean something or hold something. I could have totally held a blanket or scalpel or other hospital thing and handed it to them when they needed it. Alas, they didn't trust me since I have no training. Instead I propped my sister's head up when she pushed and smoothed back her hair. It wasn't much but it was something (I sort of felt like my two year old when I'm like "here stir this that will help mommy"). And then I got to see the miracle of birth... Which WAS miraculous but also sort of well you know... messy? Didn't dissuade me from wanting to get to deliver a baby though (maybe I should start with kittens or something).

These are some bibs I made him before I left. His
very special present isn't done yet because
the fabric didn't even get here until I left!

So I got to see him so much and hold him and kiss him and hold him and fight my mom off and hold him some more. It was fantastic and you would not believe how much he looks like this picture we have of my dad when he was a baby (spooky). His brother is hysterical, in that he goes out of his way to ignore and pretend the baby isn't there, two year olds!

"Brother what brother?"

Do I look all hopped up on baby? Well, I am.

This is my Papa holding the baby.

I could totally have a bunch more nephews (and a niece would be nice, seriously people). So keep up the good work Courtney and Justin.

*If your wondering why there are hardly any pics of anyone else holding the baby the answer is: I wouldn't let any one else hold him (unless it was his mom and she was nursing him). Now don't look at me like that, I don't live around them and was getting while the getting was good!!

Every Fine Lady Needs A Change Purse.

It's true, it's one of the hundreds of things I learned from Nancy Drew.  Nancy also taught me to call a regular purse a "hand bag" which, I think, sounds way fancier and a purse with no straps a "clutch". I also learned how to signal SOS with a flash light and the importance of hair pins in picking locks.  So you can see she was vital to my up bringing.

Any way I have had the same change purse for ten years. I like it so well that I have forgone buying certain wallets because they had built in change purses and I liked mine so much better. It is so fancy and every time I use it I feel like I stepped out of the pages of a Charlotte Bronte novel and should be wearing gloves.

See isn't it pretty? I love the clasp. It's one of those things that just makes me happy. Yes, I know it's strange that these little things make me happy. I know it's weird that I think pulling dimes and pennies out of a change purse is way more exciting then a plane old wallet pocket.  But this one is covered in needle point!

Ok, so how did I get this change purse? Was it given to me by a secret admirer? Nope, I stole it from my sister ten years ago.  Well sort of.  My sister Courtney was in China teaching and preaching (did you know I had a sister that used to live in China? Isn't that just so cool? I've made it all the way to exotic Maine...) Where was I again? Oh yea, so my mom was cleaning or doing laundry or something and found it laying around and thought it was mine so when I got home from college one weekend I found it on a pile of clean clothes (thanks for doing my laundry mom).  Now don't go thinking I was all innocent I totally knew it was Courtney's but she was in China, I was pretty sure she never used it and I really liked it, had a few pennies that could go in it and, finally, I was pretty sure she wouldn't mind me "borrowing" it.

And, I've used it faithfully ever since until a few months ago while in the midst of grocery shopping the clasp broke off! I actually cried out (which totally freaked out a couple of our high school girls who were with me).  I continued to use it but every time I opened my purse (I mean hand bag) all my change was rolling around the bottom.  Finally, I had to admit it was no longer doing it's job so I began a search for a new change purse. A normal person wouldn't have to look that hard but before I could relegate my old faithful stolen friend to the toy box I had to find a suitable replacement. I found this one at Your Local Yarn Shop here in town. It's cute unique and very useful but it's doesn't have those cool little clasps just a zipper.

Farewell vintage change purse I will miss you...