Wright offspring

Over the past two weeks several people have commented on how different Caleb and Ainsley look. What do you think?

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Miss Ainsley

I apologize for posting this so late, though my guess is that everyone understands. We realized we were running late on announcing the good news when Brandy's sisters congratulated us by commenting on Kath's blog. For those of you who don't know, that means my sister-in-law's sisters said congratulations on my sister's web site (you all know I enjoyed the exercise in plural versus possessive there).

On September 16, 2008 at 9:44 p.m. Ainsley Elaine Wright (to be known hereafter in the annals of M&N as 'Little Miss') joined our family. This after nine months of labor going on twelve. She was 21 inches long and weighed in at a healthy 7 pounds and 1 ounce and came equipped with a fully-functioning set of lungs.

The addition was made extra special that first afternoon when The Boy came by with Grandma and Grandpa to see his new baby sister. The two siblings exchanged gift with each other (he gave her a ring-type thing that she can shake, she gave him an official, Lightning McQueen race car; please see below for a visual of joy). As he was leaving, The Boy came back in the room to give me a hug, and then paused and gave The Queen a kiss and said, "I love you, baby."
Welcome to the family, Little Miss.

m&n

At least I'm safe fromt the Mark of the Beast

In the television series The West Wing Toby Ziegler explains that many times it is the little things in life which, when taken from us, cause us the greatest consternation. Granted, his comment was in context of Mad Cow Disease being found in American cattle herds, but this week I understand what he means.

The '6' key on my keyboard is starting to not work. While I have never given consideration to which number on the keyboard is the least useful to me, I know the six

Here are a list of items I am having great difficulty entering:

• Ainsley's birthday (to add her to the insurance)
  
• Caleb's birthday (to confirm him as a dependent)
  
• My bank account number (to pay bills)
  
• Either credit card number (to buy things I don't really need)
  
• Various PINs (various reasons)
  
• My social security number (to check my credit history)
• Various account numbers, including our mortgage and all of our utilities (to pay bills)
  
• My street address (various reasons)
  
• My phone number (various reasons)
  
• Neesha's phone number (various reasons)
  
• And, of course, there is always the Mark of the Beast. Not that this last has presented any issues to date, but you never know.

mw

Ode to the semicolon

The semicolon has long been my favorite punctuation mark, so you can imagine my delight when I found this article, courtesy of SPOGG, as a sort of prelude to National Punctuation Day.

mw

This train of thought was derailed at the station

Caleb: Hey, mommy?
Neesha: Yes?

*pause*

Caleb: What?

mw

Episode II

Me: Are you going to watch the Republican Convention tonight?
Chris: No. Laura wants to watch Attack of the Clones.
Me: So you are the watching the convention, then?

(lost in the moment was that someone actually wanted to watch Episode II who had presumably seen it before)

mw

They are on a first name basis

Neesha: Time for prayer, Caleb.
Caleb: Hey, Father in Heaven.

m&n

What else would you use a couch for?

We had a new sofa and loveseat delivered this past week. For those of you who don't know, to a two-year-old boy couches double as a piece of furniture you can sit on.

Caleb: (Upon noticing the new furniture) We have new couches.

*considered pause turning into enlightenment*

Caleb: I can drive my cars on them!

*after getting bored watching the dining table being put together*

Caleb: I'm going to go use my couches.

m&n