Because you can just have had a baby and be frantically trying to finish up writing a book and be getting MUCH LESS SLEEP than recommended and accidentally forget that your daughter requested a summer dress (and a camera, story for later) for her birthday and for a mere $14.99 still get TWO stripy summer dresses ordered on Monday from Land's End delivered safely in time for present-opening on Wednesday post-dinner.
At least I hope that's what will happen, O UPS Man Who Is Out For Delivery.
Katherine posted a story on her blog today that has had me giggling to myself to the point that Maddie asked me what was so funny. To be honest, there is a strong possiblity that she is concerned I have totally lost my marbles, seeing that Grandma left on Sunday and it's been real life for us around here for two days now. Mama's inexplicable giggling might seem like a sign of impending... something.
Anyway, I'm here to verify that Katherine isn't exaggerating about the strange noises that come out of Willis Girls when startled. Her phonetic attempts at expressing these noises ("WHAAAAp!" and "WhuuAH!") are good, but don't fully capture the complete effect. We have the ability to far and away out-startle ANYONE who startles us. And yes, it does happen everywhere—movie theaters (Matt nearly died of embarrassment in Castaway during a particularly tense scene in which Tom Hanks cut his foot on coral and I WhuuAHHH-ed LOUDLY in the theater), in places of employment, especially when someone would open a door on the other side of a door I was opening at precisely the same moment, and occasionally, in direct response to complete strangers. When I was teaching in Montana I often left for school before 6:00 am to tackle my list of things to do before my 7:00 am class would start; one fateful morning in the middle of the winter I happened to catch the paper boy coming around the corner of the house at about 5:45 am. I'm not sure who shrieked like a 4 year old girl more loudly—me or him. I did not have the presence of mind to blurt out how much he scared the crap out of me, so there was no real closure to the scene. I've always wondered how much damage I did to that poor kid. And then I giggle some more.
We have lots of photos to post and stories to share, but tonight we're couch-flopping. Everyone survived their first day at home as a family of five, and everyone even got a nap in—including Maddie, who shot up like a bullet from the table when she was coloring around 5 pm tonight and disappeared. We found her passed out on the SSC, or Secret Sleeping Couch, which is the couch where you can take a nap hidden in plain sight in the living room. Sadly, once we found her, we woke her up. You're not allowed to take naps after 5 pm if you're [almost] five years old in this house, even if your responsibilities as Biggest Sister have utterly and completely worn you out.
Thanks for all the well-wishes! For now, only Photo-A-Day is updated. A full photo album is on its way soon.
My niece Bridget Sophia Dillow
TEN POUNDS 4oz
Dark brown hair that will probably all fall out and turn blondie blondie
Pictures to come soon :)
And for the record, the Orange Juice container was the most accurate in predicting the baby's birthday.
I am one excited Aunt-that girl was going to be in some big trouble if I didn't get to see her before I left!!
Gracie was so unbelievably proud of her Play-Doh sculpture this morning.
Gracie loves to play "I'm a ball of energy with so much muscle I can't be controlled" with Aunt Katherine. This is not a posed shot. Aunt Katherine really is struggling to keep Gracie from performing some sort of WWF maneuver on her.
I took a little nap this afternoon and when I got up, Maddie, Aunt Marie, and Aunt Katherine were playing cards, listening to Johnny Cash, and baking brownies. This photo is entitled Cards, Cash, & Chocolate.