I think I've told you that my younger brother and his wife are going to have a niece or a nephew for me. And a kid for them. I guess. That, of course, is secondary.
|If you read The Bloggess, you'll get this. If you don't, you should. Because she is nine kinds of hilarious.|
To prepare the child for the real world, I've been writing her letters for the past few months. They've been getting forwarded by family members, so I thought "what the hell" and put them all up in a blog.
Yeah, I know.
Anyway, if you want to read some (mostly) non-food related stuff written by me, it's there. Although there's one letter that is all about food, because I'm an expert, after all. And apparently all about some shameless self-promotion.
They aren't sweet, goopy things. Y'all know me better than that. Some of them have actually made my brother laugh, and made my husband crack half a smile. He's a tough crowd.
Here is Dwayne's nursery, in case you didn't see it the last time I posted about it. My brother and his wife have excellent taste. And John can take beautiful pictures. And if you go over to my brother's blog and see pictures of other little kids - that's not Dwayne. This is Dwayne (you can't see her because Natalie is covering her up.) More beautiful pictures by a friend of my brother who is also a photographer.
Geez. These photography people kill me. Here's a picture I didn't take of Godzilla.
I feel better now.
Because she's decided to come into the world feet first and hit the ground running, Natalie is having a C-section. So unless Dwayne decides she just can't wait to see her Spectacular, Stupendous Aunt Andie, she'll be here February 13. I can't wait. I'm sure she'll be bringing me presents and stuff when she arrives to thank me for all the early publicity. And with her arrival, I will probably stop the letters so as not to embarrass her. But there they are for posterity. And for you, if you like.
OK, fine. Maybe it will be a boy. In which case I'm calling her Tammy.