Happy 29th Birthday, Liz!
It seems a bit strange to be starting so many journal
entries with best birthday wishes, since there was only one a year before Mom
and I moved here; but I love it too.
Adding all of the Seagers to my ‘friends’ birthday list is happening
mostly because Naomi’s friendship with Ehlana and Ethan is bringing our
families closer together. Getting Liz
for my favorite hair stylist ever is just a great added bonus!
Mid-week dinners at the Inn
are a bonus too; and that’s where we were tonight to help Liz celebrate her big
day. I was at the kids’ table, as usual
now, but since we had Naomi with us too; we were at the table next to her
parents, so I didn’t need to get a post-party report to find out what had been
going on with the parents tonight.
Roasting Liz was a top priority for her friends, but talking babies was
a close second; and a pregnancy update is probably in order.
Since it’s Liz’s birthday, I’ll start with her. She’s ‘officially’ only known for a bit over
a week, and isn’t due until September, so other than some fairly unpleasant
morning sickness; there isn’t much else to report. Hannah Draper has started her third
trimester, and both she and the baby are doing great. Her repertoire of baby and bakery jokes has
expanded faster than her waistline, and she easily wins the comedy award in the
pregnant women category this year. Aunt
Deborah is next on the due date calendar, and her continuing claim to local fame
is the almost total absence of the usual pregnancy problems. She’s near the end of her second trimester,
and looks amazing even after putting in a long day at the clinic. I noticed a couple of smiles and looks between
her and Uncle Adam that has me suspecting that he’s helping her out with a
little more Magi Healing than they’ve told Mom and me about.
While there weren’t any other expecting moms having dinner
with us, but Aunt Deborah, Liz, and Hannah have quite a bit of company in their
little club this year; and there’s a good chance that their new babies are
going to have a few more classmates than usual once they are old enough to
start school. Amy Spencer and her
sister-in-law, Natalie, are among a young group of friends who will all be
having their first children this year.
Since they’re all around ten years younger than Mom and Dad, except for
getting school day updates from Amy, I get the rest of my pregnancy information
from Uncle Adam’s reports in our Magi project archive. One thing that he is very interested in is
that he’s already confirmed as many Magi babies as there would normally be in
an entire year; so there’s a possibility that we could have even more new Magi
born this year than two years ago when Ethan and Ehlana helped set a new record
– at least for recent history.
While I caught most of the conversation at the parents’
table, the toddler action going on around me was entertaining too. Chicken strips and fries was the most popular
meal choice, and I’m sure that was mostly because they have a low mess quotient
compared to something like spaghetti.
Staying mostly clean ended when the birthday cake and ice cream was
delivered; and that little mess event also gave Aunt Leanne a too-easy
opportunity to play matchmaker with her current favorite targets.
It was near the end of the evening; there weren’t very many
customers left in the dining room by then; and Miranda sent Michael over to
help with the clean-up. He and I made
the mistake of actually having fun while we did our best to get four toddlers –
and the table, chairs, and floor around them cleaned. Aunt Leanne started things off with a comment
about how cute we were, doing such a great job with the kids; and predicting
that we were going to make great parents some day. Things went downhill from there, though that
was just my perspective – and Michael’s – since the adults around us all
thought that all of the jokes and teasing that followed was a lot of fun. I’m just hoping that their collective little
Kodak moment of entertainment at our expense doesn’t make it to the school
grapevine tomorrow.
I don’t really want to write or think about that anymore, so
let’s skip the details. Once Aunt
Leanne, Hannah, and Miranda decided that they’d had enough fun with Michael and
me, all that was left to do before heading home was have Liz open her gifts;
and follow that up with a long round of goodnight hugs and kisses. After getting home, Dad needed to get to work
in the office, so I helped Mom with Ethan and Ehlana’s bedtime routine;
including doing a short Magi lessons in the elements with them that we
multi-tasked while they were in the bathtub.
Once the twins were in bed, Mom did another Magi lesson with
me, and then I came up to my room to start my own bedtime routine with a long
soak in my Jacuzzi. Working in normal
time doesn’t keep me from multi-tasking too, and I finished my language studies
while in the tub; did my usual nightly email, entertainment, news, and sports
checks while dealing with my hair; and wrapped up my night with an hour and a
half of archive study while cuddling with Mandy in bed.
I guess that’s about all for today. There wasn’t really anything exciting to
report from school today; and though Rowen and I had fun with our after school
play time, all we really did was wander around downtown, and hang out by the
falls for the hour or so that I had between when we finished our homework and
when I needed to be home to get ready for Liz’s birthday party. We have another classmate birthday tomorrow,
but Lisa didn’t invite Rowen and me; and there’s one more reason why I hope the
jokes about Michael and me from tonight don’t get passed around at school
tomorrow. That’s not the kind of story
any girl wants to hear on her birthday when it involves her boyfriend and another
girl. It’s definitely not something I
even want to be thinking about right now either, but it’s not easy to turn off
the photographic memory.
Time to not dream about soft, cuddly bunnies; and get some
sleep.
I will not dream of bunnies; I will not dream of bunnies; I
will not dream of bunnies.
Until next time, this is Magi Master Cassie Proctor; logging
out!
