My sweet nephew Luke is just over three months old. On Monday I bought him a onesie that says If you think I'm cute, you should see my Godmother! Label me a hapless consumer, but this was way too specific an item to pass up. That's right. I'm a full fledged Auntiezilla.
You would be too, if you knew Lukey. This baby is sweeter and more lovable than I ever could have imagined. In fact, I'm finding it increasingly unbearable to live in NYC while he's in Boston. These past few months have launched me into emotional overdrive. A pity party where the dj never stops spinning, if you will. (And this dj only plays smooth jazz. He's ruthless, I tell you.)
On top of feeling painfully out of the loop, mostly I just miss everyone. It's not that I don't visit, but visiting is all so temporary and always goes by too fast. I long to idle away the weekends on Sissy's couch watching infinite episodes of Rock of Love. (Incidentally, Sissy called me at work this afternoon with news of a most disturbing nature. Namely, when Brett Michael's hair (wig?) was pulled back and he wasn't wearing any makeup, Sissy found herself thinking he might possibly be semi-attractive.) This troublous news alone should be impetus enough to make me move home.
Moving home. The phrase loops constantly in my mind, taunting me, a song that won't get out of my head. (A catchy Fergie number, perhaps.) Still, the idea of starting anew is daunting. What would we do? Where would we live? More importantly, what would we live on? Hubby is certainly in no hurry to leave NY and I'm not entirely comfortable with being the one who campaigns for the big move. Do I really want that kind of marital decision on my shoulders? This is the most confused I've felt in ages.
For now, I will settle for the little things. The moments when Sissy puts the phone up to Luke's ear and lets me talk to him. This activity has become my favorite thing to do as of late. (Usually I'm just repeating auntie sissy loves you over and over.) The other day Sissy pulled the phone away from Luke and asked, "What are you saying to him? He's doing big eyes and smiling and kicking his feet!"
I was singing. You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy, when skies are gray...
And Reader, he does. This kid really delivers. xoxo
Where? O where did you find that onesie?
I need to buy one for Braedyn!!!!!!
Please don't move home just yet!
Posted by: Weinerdog | March 07, 2008 at 10:40 AM
Le Sabon- Lex and 63rd. They even have one that says "I'm down to two packs a day" and it's diaper packs! :)
Posted by: The Odd Broad | March 07, 2008 at 02:25 PM
Listen, Weinie! I know you love her, but Luke and I need her here! I am starting to become obsessed with Celebreality! I need a voice of reason!
Posted by: Sissy | March 07, 2008 at 05:46 PM
La La, if you're looking to her as the voice of reason you need help!
She loves Chachi just as much as you love Brett Michaels!!!
Be strong! She'll be back soon.......I think.
Posted by: weinerdog | March 12, 2008 at 04:04 PM