Sunday, July 15, 2007

The Last Supper

Er... brunch.

This weekend marked a big arrival. No, not THE arrival, but another one that I personally have been looking forward to.

The last trip to NY for the foreseeable future. Hooray, the holyday has arrived.

Friday morning, C dropped Abelle off at Land Of Pawz for an extended weekend with her friends so that we had enough room. Room for what? You may or may not know but this weekend was the year anniversary to my bridal shower… and now coincidentally our baby shower. Totally random, but funny nonetheless. C picked me up at work, and while it wasn’t the 5:30 on the dot we thought originally, it was still earlier than usual. We were off, in our purple passion van. C kept trying to sell me on the fact that it was maroon, but it was a deep purple that in the sunlight had a metallic shimmer. There was no escaping it. Some say it has the front of an suv. The vehicle is a minivan no matter what the hood looks like. A pretty girl with a big ass, will always still have the ass- no matter what she looks like from the front.

We arrived to my mom’s ready to get settled into the Artic, what we affectionately call my mom’s house because no matter what time of the year it’s nice and chilly- just the way we like it. Especially with the summer here- we were looking forward to packing on the layers. It could be the middle of August but a sweatshirt is still needed there- it was going to be glorious.

Until we found out that the a/c was broken, just conked out on her the day before last. Of course. While I’d ordinarily feel bad for me- I knew it was probably killing my mom more than it would effect me. Since she had been running around getting things ready for the baby shower she didn’t have time to call anyone to come over to check it out. See, had it been me, I would have put aside the preparation for the baby. I mean it's not like he or she is going to know. But Nana Lu was going a bit koo-koo.

Disaster aside, it actually wasn’t even that hot, so we didn’t die the first night. And if the next night we needed it my aunt, uncle and cousins were traveling to Italy the next day so we’d crash their house and crank the air if necessary.

Saturday morning we woke up and had a few errands to run- visit the Cumming’s before their international adventure began and find something non- muumuu like article of clothing to wear. Which is always a treat! We arrived to the Cumming's, and found more bags packed then when we last moved. 5 people traveling to Italy for a month do require some serious packing, however it turns out that the majority of the bags were actually not theirs- but instead my grandmother's and her friend. Apparently in addition to vacationing, the Cumming’s family were doubling as pack mules to bring over everyday items that you and I could find in one quick trip to Target. Good news is, that no one was forced to swallow any balloons to smuggle any jewels, etc. No guarantees for the way home though. Me, mom & C went to the mall- and learning from our last shopping trip C parked close enough we could see the front door- that was nice. We didn’t really find anything but that was fine, my mom and I were off to the nail salon for a treat of the very best massage seats that this fat behind has ever had the pleasure of sitting in. We got manicures and pedicures. C was able to witness, at the end to experience, what many women are able to experience when they go to nail salons. That uncomfortableness when people are talking about you in another language and they think you don’t know or they don't care that their conversation is about you- C was shocked. He kept whispering, "I think they are talking about us!" I couldn't have cared less. They were nice, either way- and the 'girl' that gave me a pedicure was pretty clearly a tranny. Either way, she could give a mean pedicure and massage a fat cankle- so I'm not going to judge. It's not wrong, just different.

And then the most amazing thing happened, it was a miracle- almost as boggling as the miracle of life. We had a family party to go to- Aunt Bessie’s 80th Birthday Party. We were looking forward to it of course, but it got even better. We jumped in the car and then we were there. 5 minutes, tops. A miracle. Never in our entire time together have we been able to go get to a family get together in that kind of time.

Aunt Bessie is C’s godmother and probably one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever been able to meet. While we haven’t spent too much time with her she’s just one of ‘those’ people. She is pretty amazing, and is absolutely loved- people literally traveled from all over the country to wish her a happy birthday. It was amazing to see, and nice to be apart of for so many reasons. 3 of those reasons?

Potato salad, macaroni salad, tomato salad.

I kid, I kid- it was nice to be there because I care about Aunt Bessie and to be apart of someone’s special day is special. A bonus, of course, was the food. Best dang salads I've had in my life. Big bonus.

I got to meet a lot of C's family that I had either not met yet or had only met once at the wedding- and it was a blur. Like Uncle Mario, for example. I met him at the wedding, but it was only briefly. At one point at the end of the night (and be prepared- I don’t know if I can explain this well but trust me it was funny)…. He came up to me, really close with his hands out as if he might just be trying to goose me asking “may I?” I said “Sure, I think” or “It depends.” He grabbed onto me with his ear to my belly- as if I were a conch shell and he were listening to the sound of the ocean. He backed up for a moment and then came close(r) again…. “May I?” he repeated… I was a little nervous- not going to lie, he was close, it was a bit hot so there was sweat and his hands were out and I didn't know if he was going to get a little palmy. But I said “Sure, I guess. Although it really does depended on what you are trying to do here.” Then he put his hands on my belly, crouched down a bit and held this position and waited. He came back up, standing straight, and said “Boy. 8 lbs. 2 oz.”

We’ll see about that. I will say that the majority of people at the party said boy… to be fair it’s the Guarro side- and everyone loves a namesake. I had one woman have me stand, facing front, as she went behind me, checked out my caboose, and annoyed “Boy.” Apparently the junk in my trunk says baby boy.

In addition to all of this there are pictures to share! No, not of the junk in my trunk- of Aunt Bessie giving all the kids a hula lesson. First she performed for the party then the kids insisted to learn more! It was adorable... even with Karrie & Meghan deciding to take the dance to another level.

We came back home to find that we were once again going to experience a happy miracle. My mom, on a whim, turned the air on… C got to see her face, which apparently was priceless, but all of a sudden she hushed us to ask us if we heard it. It was the sound of an angle, the most beautiful music possible to hear. The sound of central air. Yet another miracle is witnessed. Turns out it died, again, but we were sleeping when it went down so no one was the wiser until the morning. I went to sleep with covers over me and a smile on my face.

The final day of our trip was what you have all been waiting for. Baby Shower central. My mom and C’s mom, Mary threw me a wonderful brunch. The ladies can put on a good party! It was at the Blue Moon- a Mexican place down the street from my mom’s. Yet another convenient commute for team Guarros of Boston on this fine day (at least for one way). Mary decorated the tables with fun and festive colors and vases and put together favors that were bright, fun and practical! Everything was a hit! My mom found a great place where everything was great- the people were super nice, the food was delicious (talking point would be the cinnamon bun- perfect delegation of soft pastry & glaze frosting). And of course the ‘cake’ that was actually a huge cannoli with what looked like thousand of baby cannolis inside of it. Cannolis are god’s work. In addition to getting us the crib, I’m pretty sure my mom outfitted the baby for the first few months. She literally gave us a clothesline with baby clothes attached that seemed to snake around the room! It was in a laundry basket and filled to the brim with all kinds of clothes. The baby is going to be better dressed than the two of us- and while that isn't the hardest feat to accomplish- he or she has more options than we do. Even his or her first Polo jogging suit. Freaking adorable. Hoody shirts, onesis, the list goes on long. Francis, an intern from Austria that is living with us for the next few months, said "Are babies really that small?" And the big news is also that C & I are proud owners of our very own bugaboo stroller. That’s right- drool no more! We are proud owners of our very own chameleon. This isn't ours, as it isn't put together just yet... but these are the colors and what it will look like. Except of course there will be an adorable baby in it, and two hott parents in tow with a mighty fine looking pup as well. Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Can't you just see it?

Friends and family came from all over, once again, to celebrate with us. It was amazing- and completely overwhelming. Everyone’s generosity floored me. I learned a few things…

1. Kids need a lot of crap.
2. Babies may be small- but LOTS of baby stuff needs a big car. A purple passioned van won’t cut it.
3. Baby stuff gets oohs and ahhs, no matter what it is. A snot sucker thingy or first tooth and first hair curl holder is no exception.
4. Shower bingo will keep anyone engaged in the present opening ceremony- even on lookers. At certain points, I wouldn’t be ½ way down opening the present and someone is screaming from the back, “IS IT A MOBILE? THAT’S THE ONLY THING I’M MISSING!”

I can’t even begin to explain how much stuff this kid has received, and this is only round one. I am a bit scared once everyone finds out what the baby is. We’ll upload as many pictures as possible- but I don’t have any from the shower. I wish I did. What I wish I had gotten was The Mary & Lucy Show Part Duex. Last year they did somewhat of an interpretive dance of sorts- a poem with words and those words brought to life with household items. So, for example they said "J, you are the joy (then they whipped out a bottle of JOY dish soap) of C's life." While I wasn’t able to get this year’s edition on tape- word on the street is that they are going on the road. They are for hire- so if you’ve got a person to celebrate that needs to be brought to life with household goods- let me know. I’ll pass your information along. I hope to have the poem itself sent to me so you can see it- and just use your imagination. It was great! Very personal, very funny… and sometimes a little TMI. Like it’s a little strange for your mom and husband’s mom make up a poem that includes the information surrounding the conceiving of the baby… that’ll teach me to post everything on the Internet!

I’m writing this as we head home – and it’s far too long all ready. Just like the ride. I’ll get as many pictures as I can up- asap. But really all I have is the purple monster. I’ll try to get some shots of my dear husband lugging this loot up the stairs. I do have some pictures of C getting talked into releasing the balloons from the shower. Apparently it is good luck. He didn’t want to because it’s bad for the environment and the animals- but apparently after he was brow beaten into it when he finally let the balloons go- they didn’t go far. They got stuck in a tree. Of course. Who needs luck?

If you have pictures, please send them along! I'll even post the pics of me... I'm sure they're mighty fine. Everyone was taking shots of me at a distance to wear I could kick them - so they are probably close up and make me look even more swollen! Horray!

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