Everything was perfect; the company, the football game (The Dallas Cowboys won much to Mr. Schmitty's delight), my glass of wine, and the food. The turkey was YUMMMMM-ie!
One of the highlights of the day was getting my baby fix. My old biological clock is winding down so when I get near a baby or a pregnant woman, I get a little mushy. My new nephew, baby J., is beautiful. He is just over a month old and was born on R.'s birthday. She is thrilled that she can share her day with him.
I love having a new baby in the family. While I was cooking dinner, I saw W. sitting on the couch, with the baby in his arms. Tears welled up in my eyes; it was such a precious sight.
And then my brother had to ruin the moment.
He reached into a plastic shopping bag and produced a wrapped gift. It was R.'s birthday gift. She unwrapped it and began to play.
I glared at my brother. He, of course, laughed. You know, the evil type of laugh that only a sibling can produce.
THIS is what I have been listening to since Thursday.
All I have to say little brother is, "Paybacks are a bitch!"