The Big Day

I just assumed that this morning would be hectic for me. So far it's been rather relaxing. I've oiled Moo's head, got all the goodies together. I almost don't want to wake Mike up, but he is the light of my life and he entertains me...when Moo is asleep which she is. I still haven't showered or anything, and I don't know what I am going to wear (all I have in my head is grey stretchy pants and a long navy sweater). Poor Heather has to be dressed up like a giant Christmas ornament. In true Katie fashion I am bringing extra pants for her so I can change her 15 minutes into the party. I went to Wayne's birthday a couple days ago. I was bombarded by old faces and horrid memories...the worst memory was being hit on by Chris's old art teacher, which did infact happen again this time around. I didn't bother explaining who I was, because George didn't remember me anyway and somehow I think being linked to Chris puts a huge black mark on my reputation. Ok, enough about that pompus ass (see hun, I call everyone that). I did however realize that I do miss Candice, and I feel horrible for distancing myself from her for all those months. It's nice to beable to talk to another mother who is my age and who has one year experience on me. Kalvin is soo cute, especially when he does his "sexy" dances. I'm nervous about today though. All those hands reaching and grabbing for my baby. I am not the only one though, Mike is worried about it too. I just know Moo is going to be over stimulated and start crying, also all those people holding her in different positions...it hurts their little bodies. Oops, here I am again, going into mum mode again. Lastnight Mike and i went to my brother's house warming party. We were surrounded by all these people---Mike and I were the only ones with a baby. It totally hit me. I no longer feel young and "hip" (I couldn't think of a better word), I am now a parent and my chances for adult fun is limited! We had to leave the party at 930pm, so we could pick Moo up from my mum's. How lame is that?? I shouldn't be complaining though, I'm lucky to have her, she's my little "chicken butt" and "moomoochicalooloo". Hahaha, being a mother also gives me the permission to act like a complete nutbar and wear a hat shaped like a pumpkin. Well it's time to wake up the hubo.

--Katie

PS...Just so there isn't any confusion..."Moo" is Heather's nickname. She will most likely grow up believing her name is "Moo".