Something tells me that by the time Amy reads this the above statement will be false. Or at least she'll likely be hoping it's false. Vincent only needs to stay in there until tomorrow afternoon when grandma is scheduled to arrive. He must know grandma's arms will be a fair exchange for mom's comfy womb. Her rocking abilities are legendary...
We had a busy weekend when we were home back in March. Birthdays, showers...we Lepps like to party. Royden and I had lots of fun devising party ideas...
...and thinking up party food. The majority came thanks to Costco given our time crunch, and I think Costco did a mighty fine job. As much as I like to cook, I may be using their services in the future. I had no idea I'd become such a cheater. The cupcakes however, all mine. Well, mine and a box of cake mix. Take that Trophy Cupcakes! These were my first foray into food colouring since I was a kid...and oh the fun I had. I wish I could have eaten them without the guilt adulthood brings though.
The boys avoided the estrogen/progesterone/hCG fest for as long as their stomachs could bear. (sorry couldn't resist a little nursing humour there...) Well, I think Royden came for food and dad came for the hugs.
You will see that the following rabbit trail is actually relevant. Most of you know that Royden is not afraid of shopping. In fact, he likes it quite a bit and I like to joke that he is my stylist. I like to report that the only bad thing about marrying a fashionista (and don't you dare call him that or I might lose my best shopping buddy) is that he pretty much requires the same clothing budget that I do. I don't mind so much 'cause he's pretty easy on the eyes. But you already knew that.
What you don't know is that he hates hates hates shopping for kids clothes. Hates it. So the only place we found baby clothes to his liking (read: actually had an opinion about) were in a boutique in Fremont. Of course. The shop had funny onesies priced at oh...thirty bucks a piece. His taste is about as expensive as mine! So his (sometimes) cheap wife said "nu-uh" and picked his comedic brain and exploited his talent to come up with these: (feel free to click to enlarge...)
Date night gets interesting around here. Ink jet printers, iron on transfers...oh baby! We had a lot of fun and wondered how we could market our onesie company and become profitable. We are so American. I had to laugh when I was reading an unemployment website last week and one of the tips for making extra money was to make and sell custom t-shirts. Really?! I think onesies qualify.
Well enough about baby clothes. Let's talk about the baby. Vincent, you wanna come out to play tomorrow? We are sure looking forward to your arrival and are also excited to watch your mom and dad step into their new roles. It's about time your mommy had her own baby to tend to since she's had so much practice with everyone else's! She's going to be a great momma and if you make her laugh half as much as your daddy does...she's going to have a lot of wrinkles some day!
We're also pretty darn excited to become an aunt and uncle. I'm suddently feeling a little old now...I didn't know that till I wrote it. Especially when I think that Ames was about twelve when Royden and I started dating. Time flies!! Aunty Ruth. Hmmm...makes me sound about 80 I think. Auntie Ruth? That's better!
Grandpa with his baby...
