Thursday, June 30, 2011
Hi Mum, it's Sammy (clone 59 - part 4)
I tried tickling her, she's very ticklish indeed. Amelia has the best giggle.
"Sammy, I know a better game than this one," Sunny told me with a small slap at my shoulder.
"Sunny, my love, was the wedding set up to your satisfaction?"
"Oh Sam, it was lovely. It was everything I could have asked for."
She alternates between being very excited about the prospect, to thinking it's all going to be very dramatic and soap opera worthy. Fortunately for my sanity, it's mostly excited about the pregnancy.
The only good thing is that working on the appliances means I'm a bit better off at the station. Handiness in general seems to be quite useful as a fire fighter.
Of course, it won't matter in the least to me if cleaning happens or doesn't. Amelia has this tendency to be a perfectionist. If she cleans, it will be done thoroughly and right.
I let her know that I'm not interested. Not now and not ever.
I was reading that pregnancy book - god, the number of things that can go wrong is just scary.
"It's the baby. We have to go to the hospital."
It seems like just a few days ago that I was a bachelor without a soul in the world that I cared about. Now I have Sunny and Charlie. It's like there was a hole in my life that I didn't notice until family started filling it up.
We will need to build an extension soon. There aren't any acceptable houses to move to in town. Or none that we can hope to afford.
"Do you think it's time to start thinking about a little brother or sister for Charlie?"
"I take that as no?"
"Well, not yet, for the love of plumbbob."
I swear, none of the other fire fighters would notice a thing wrong with this truck until it fell to bits half way to the next fire.
She rather insisted that the proper thing to do was write thank you notes to each guest who sent a gift. Since she's still on maternity leave, she took care of it.
It took a couple of hours to squelch the fire completely. The damage to the home was minimal.
Amelia put it in the crib for him. I tried later to take it out but he fussed a lot. I put it back and he was quiet again.
Far be it from me to take a toy from a baby who wants it.
"Is the baby ok, do you think?"
"I checked when I got home. He's asleep. I'm sure it's fine. Come eat."
"Sunny, it's fine. I'm sure it's all fine. He's not a fussy baby, the books all said that some babies rarely settled and others rarely fussed. Charlie is a quiet baby, that's not a bad thing."
We sold some of the gifts. It might or might not be what was intended by the guests who sent the presents. It is nice to have a fair amount of money though and not just be scrapping by.
"How could he fail, Sunny? He does have a gorgeous mom after all."
"Oh no, I'm sure he's going to take after his handsome daddy." Well, we'll see. He'll be growing up far too soon.