Saturday, December 30, 2006
Speck Takes On Christmas
Like I mentioned before, my mum makes flannel pajamas for all of us to wear Christmas Eve night. She did not make any for Speck this year (which showed a certain amount of restraint), but she did have to do the next best thing, and make me maternity flannel pants. I missed being pregnant at Christmas last time around, so this was a never-before-tackled challenge. I appreciate the pants, which are comfy, and the effort that went into constructing a waist for them that would accommodate Speck, which was considerable. I cannot help but be slightly depressed, however, that a pair of pants which are already supposed to be loose and loungy now have to come with elastic that can be easily expanded when necessary. Speck, as you can see, is quite remorseless about his/her destruction of my svelteness (such as it was), and enjoyed the holiday as best as a fetus can. My dad gambled and got Speck a pair of overalls that are clearly meant for a girl, so either he will be heralded as a powerful psychic or he has just given Speck an extra year or two of therapy.
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The overalls just show Gramps' confidence in the reliability of the needle and the string test. And...you are very welcome for the pyjama pants. The joy of another grandchild is certainly worth the challenge. And...you are very cute when round with baby.
Thanks again for spelling "mum" correctly. Now if you could just learn how to spell "pyjamas". I bet you spell "colour" without a "u" now too. And you call yourself a Canadian(-;
where can i get me some of those jammies...man i love flannel jammie pants up here in the great freaking freezing white north.
Penny...come on down for Christmas next year and I would be happy to make you some cozy flannel pyjamas (-:
Hear Hear! Bring Auntie Penny to Davis! There'll be two babies down here next Christmas, too, Auntie Penny, and if this pregnancy is any indication, I'm going to be able to use the help!
well i might just do that...never know when i may pop on down to the sunny coast of california. Much more appealing than this cold wet white stuff that never seems to end.
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