and could it really be better?
on friday night i was just sitting. anticipating the ringing phone. then it did. it rang. threw on my sneakers at about nine at night and me and linds and shel rushed to the hospital. my dad and other sisters met us there after their show. i was at the hospital until about two in the morning. and he was born at 12:06. seven pounds, nine ounces.
oh man. he really is the cutest baby ever. some babies are all weird and distorted when they're born. but not him. he's gorgeous. he is so adorable.
and i held him and i felt all warm. and he was all bundled up and tiny. and all of a sudden i wasn't thinking about how tired i was. or that i was supposed to go hang out with kyle. or that i haven't done any christmas shopping at all. for a few minutes everything inside of my brain stopped and became fuzzy.
and my sister had to put up the biggest fight with me when she wanted to hold him.
yesterday was ridiculous because all i did was shop. honestly. i was out at walmart until 2 am. and i saw ryan v twice yesterday. once when i was at walmart at 5ish and another time at around 11. the worst part? i didn't finish everything. oh well. it'll get done eventually. i refuse to let commercialism rob the already small amount of christmas spirit i have.
i found that i am only christmasy when i watch elf. something is probably wrong with that.