So last week we shared with the Facebook world that you will be coming into our world this September.
It was an exciting week.
Your Dad sat at the dining room table and watched the announcement increase in Facebook likes and comments like a pinball machine. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding. Ha! Your Mum didn’t have time to sit around all day and she had to go to work. The encouragement was overwhelming and there are plenty of people excited about your arrival… even though we have to wait another 6 months.
The exciting thing about last week is that, apparently, God opened your ears and you can now hear. I learnt this from my pregnancy iPhone app :)
I am particularly thankful that this happened when it did because I was at the Colour Conference when I turned 14 weeks pregnant.
The first noises and murmurs you would have heard in utero was *insert southern accent here* people preachin Jesus. You would have heard Bobbie Houston, Beth Moore and Lisa Bevere preach their little backsides off about God in our past, present and future, faith for any season of life, forgiveness, deliverance and restoration in Jesus, God’s unique love for us to name just a few topics. AND you would have heard your Mum yell “Amen!” and “That’s right!” till she was blue in the face. There was also incredible music and singing, and beautiful songs containing incredible melodies and lyrics.
This is Aunty Jess (15 weeks pregnant) Aunty Tara (38 or 39 weeks pregnant) and I (14 weeks pregnant) eating maccas to calm out pregnant bellies.
I’m so happy that this was the week you got to hear the outside world. I couldn’t think of a better first.
For this, your Mum is extremely thankful.
I have had the best day.
This morning I got to hang out with my “Catholic Friends”, Liv, Kink (Kathrine) and Chooge (Susan) for a catch-up morning tea. I haven’t seen Liv since she moved back to Sydney after a 5 year stint in Brisbane. For Kink and Chooge, it’s been about 4 years since we’ve seen each other.
Lots has happened since the last time we all have sat down for a chat. There’s been 6 kids born (out of the total 10 amongst us – none of which are mine!!) 2 weddings (1 was mine!) and a few interstate moves (beside Liv’s Brissie stint, Kink moved down to Melbourne for a short time and has now come home). Kink is also due to give birth to her 3rd kid in August. You could say I’m a little behind!
It was just like old days… Don’t you love friends where time never passes and you pick off where you left off last? It was such a treasured time to be able to sit around the kitchen table and just yak about old times and laugh like we were 21 again.
“Hey Kink, remember when we were in Tamworth and you pinched Pauline Hanson’s bum?”
“Yeah, Liv did it too!”
My favorite part of the day was seeing the little Ginger Ninja, Henry Denahy.
That kid is amazing. When I arrived, he was asleep, but 5 minutes later when he did wake-up, he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I picked him up and he was all smoochy and schnuggley. I cannot believe how content and easy-going he is. In fact, I don’t think I even heard him cry today. Damn I love that kid!
Here he is…
My Ginger Ninja.
Only trouble is that the Ginger Ninja doesn’t sit still long enough for Aunty Bec to take his picture.
and bath time.
Looks like someone is getting clucky!
…rocking a child to sleep.
This is my cousin Diane’s son Samuel. Ain’t he cute. He is so easy going and will happily sit with anyone.
Today his parents Dedicated him to God.
But it was all too much and second hymn in, he was yawning.