Addison
July 11th, 2007 by admin
Tonight I went to Burlington, KY to visit my very good friend Tara, Kory’s godmother, to meet her brand-new-only-19-day-old-daughter, Addison. Addison is adorable in all the ways that babies are, but she has that something special that tells you she’s going to give you a surprise or two along the way. I’m sure the Fantonis know just what I mean.
Hats off to Tara and Jimmy for creating such a lovely new life for the rest of us to enjoy. She’s beautiful, and gosh darn, she loves to sleep on me. As I told Tara, I’m either really good or really boring, ’cause I can put a baby to sleep faster than you can spit. But only the really little ones.
Jennifer wrote on 07/11/07 at 7:13 pm :
She is adorable! Way to practice your baby skills! That picture ALMOST makes me think I’d like another little one right now!
Admin wrote on 07/11/07 at 8:49 pm :
Glutton for punishment, are you? She’s precious all right. And she reminds me that if I ever have another one I’m going to have to re-learn everything.
Bryan wrote on 07/12/07 at 7:50 am :
Something I’ve never told Jennifer. When I went with the nurse the evening Jonathan was born so that they could give him a thorough washing, THIS is what happens . . . The nurse pushing the little cart, says to me “I guess you all need to talk” Considering I’m in the hallway with my son in a moving crib and a female nurse I’m a little confused. She then opens a door about three doors down from our room and rolls my son in. At this point, my son sits up in the crib, looks me squarely in the eye and says in a voice not unlike my own with a somewhat tired tone, “FINALLY!” Completely at a loss for words, he explains that all children can really talk and are born with about a high school education hard wired in. These facts are kept from the public because people, especially moms would have a hard time accepting it. Dad’s on the other hand NEED to get the info up front to prevent the urge to run scared from the first 100 poopy diapers. Jonathan explains that he has about 24 hours before the memory starts wiping clean and he reverts to what most refer to as a newborn. In this short time we spent over a bourbon, he explained that he was totally planning on wrecking havoc but nothing too crazy. He explained that he LOVES ice cream but hates peas. Jennifer won’t be surprised to find out he is ALREADY a huge math fan. He urged me to get back to the room with Jen, and dumbstruck I stepped out into the hallway to walk back to our room. As the door was closing, I saw my son, wink at me and mouth the words “We’re gonna have a lot of fun” and the door shut to the sound of glass clinking.
I don’t exactly know how this ties into your post, but I just thought I’d share it. It really helps things make sense. I think. JBF
Admin wrote on 07/12/07 at 8:20 pm :
I always suspected, but I never knew for sure …