byfirstlight's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pay attention!! Or I will smack you! Or something. It bugs the crap out of me when people don't listen. Her name is Isabella. Not Isabelle. Some family members keep calling her Isabelle. No. That's just not her name. My grandpa is almost completely deaf, so he's the only one allowed to get away with it. Everyone else needs to just get it right. And this part is pretty anal, but oh well; I don't like people calling her Belle. Bella is okay, but not Belle. It goes along with the whole Isabella/Isabelle thing. Gotta keep the nicknames corresponding, you know? See, I told you I'm anal.
On another note, I went Halloween shopping the other day. Adam and I wanted Isabella to be a monkey for Halloween, because that's our nickname for her. I went to Joanne ETC in Flint (that's a huge sewing and crafts store if you haven't heard of it), and looked through the pattern books for baby halloween costumes. Lo and behold, they did have a monkey pattern. But, it wasn't that cute. In fact, it reminded me more of a lion than a monkey. So, I went over to the premade costume section to see what they had. They also had a monkey costume, but it wasn't cute either. For one thing, it was HUUUUGE. It said Newborn-9mos on it, but it looked like it would fit a 2 year old. It was that big. Even if Isabella had her snowsuit on underneath, the costume would still have been way too big. So, no monkey costume this year. Maybe next year. Instead, I ended up buying those little kids' angel wings, and a package of Cat accessories. So she's either going to be a little angel (awwwww), or a little kitty cat. And no, she isn't going anywhere on Halloween, other than to visit the grandparents, but Halloween is my favorite holiday and I still want to dress her up.
Tomorrow is a big day. Not only is it my 23rd birthday, it's also 6 weeks since Isabella was born. You know what that means. Adam's going to be begging for sex the minute the clock strikes midnight tonight. I am SO not looking forward to that. It's gonna hurt, I just know it. Everyone I talk to has said so. In fact, in my book The Girlfriends Guide to Surviving the First Year of Motherhood, the author says this: "Two words: Inebriate and Lubricate" because it's gonna hurt like hell. Wonderful. Maybe I'll have to get pretend to get really drunk today and tomorrow, and pretend I'm all hungover and too sick to do the bone dance. Maybe that will work. Ah well. Crying baby. I must run. 10:03 a.m. - 09.13.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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