Thursday, December 18, 2008

Almost Christmas


Here is Ella lovin' on her brother, she is so great with him it is unbelievable.  She's also been incredibly helpful, pretty much folding all of our laundry now, and earning a handsome allowance for her work ($2).   Desmond is a fairly good baby, he sleeps a lot and only gets us up at 1am and 4am for feedings.  Last night he ate himself silly at 11pm and didn't wake up until 4am to eat, so I am feeling like a million dollars today.  That is a good thing because we have a crazy day ahead of us, for all you who didn't know, my sister in law was pregnant also and she had her baby on the 17th.  Peyton Joye Copley was 7lbs 10oz and 19 in. long. We went to go visit them at the hospital and Ella and Cody had a sleep over his house that night with grandma.  They had fun but didn't get to bed till late but thankfully she got a nap in the next day.
     We picked a great time to have a baby, and have thus fallen behind on our Christmas preparations.  Luckily we got our tree the night before Desmond was born, but otherwise it's been a mad dash to get everything done.  I hope everyone is okay with Martin Luther King day cards.  This year all Ella asked Santa for was nesting dolls, which she calls 'Open and close dollies.' (Don't let the kids read from here on because it will wreck there lives from here until they are 14.)  So of course there isn't one shop anywhere near us that has them.  Fortunately Nancy knew somebody who knows somebody who is Russian, and told us about a Russian store in West Hollywood.  So we had to drive down in awful rain and find this place, but we got her some great dolls, so it was worth it.  Much better than driving an hour in the snow in Chicago last year for her present.
We've put more pictures of Desmond up on the picasa page, and I have to say I have put a decree (decree valid no further than the confines of Shelley's head) on the nickname spelling saga.  Desmond will forever be spelled out in writing as Desmond or Desi, he can be called Des(Dez), but from here on out will never have that nickname written again, or at least until he is old enough to decide for himself (I figure he will be 18 when we will give him the option).  We just can't come to a decision and both Nate and I are very stubborn about it and won't give it up, so to prevent a tramatizing life where each parent spells his name different, I have made this crazy decree (see above).
     In last two days, Des has rolled over 3 times!  Twice yesterday and once today.  He gets mad about being on his tummy and then throws his leg over and the rest of him follows.  We'll put up videos of him crawling next week.

Merry Christmas everybody!

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Very proud of the rolling, but do you know right after you made your decree you wrote "Des" in the next paragraph? Does that mean we can write "Des" to Shelley and Dez to Nate? I'm fine with writing Desmond, just wanted to ask.

Anonymous said...

Shelley wrote the decree, and I wrote the little aside in the decree, and then I wrote Des, which I have been warming up to a little, but I still think Dez looks better.

Anonymous said...

Why does it even have to be one or the other? I don't mind if people write Maddy or Maddie. Madeline and Madelyn are two different names, so I don't want those mixed up, but a different spelling of the same nickname doesn't seem to be really worth so much headache.

I hope your MLK cards include that last picture from your picasa album. It's excellent!

TravelingPyles said...

Evie I think you make a good point, I think Nate and I argue about very little so when there is a good argument to be had, neither of us will give it up. But in this war I guess we will just take your advice and figure it is a nickname, so, who really cares. Thanks Evie for the solution.

Anonymous said...

Jeez (Jees) Evie, I thought you spelled it Mahdi like the guy who killled Chinese Gordon.

Anonymous said...

I heard through the grapevine that Ella has strep throat and I do too! It is the most awful thing to have in common. That poor, poor girl!