I Want One.
Monday, 1. March 2010
Yesterday morning – at an hour that used to be their bed time – Amy and Andrew Longeteig welcomed a little peep to the world.
Her name is Leila Grace Longeteig.
She is precious. I thought for certain she’d be an adorable little ginger like her daddy, but luckily for her, she has her mommy’s looks, and a head full of beautiful black hair.
I don’t know what it is about the Longeteig’s having a baby that makes me feel like I want one a lot more than I used to. It’s not that I ever didn’t want kids, it’s just that I still had friends who didn’t have them, and as I spiraled out of my youth and into my mid-30’s (FUCK that is hard to write), I sort of started to think that I might be able to live without babies.
I have never had a biological clock issue. Then again, I never really visualized myself getting married and was certain that Amy L. and I would be single, 29 and drinking Cosmos for our entire existence. Somehow, I just sort of do what comes my way and don’t live by any sort of rules (i.e. married by 23, a baby girl by 25, a baby boy by 27, a Lexus by 30 and a house in suburbia by 33).
However, this little Longeteig peep stabbed me right in the baby-maker. I am completely and totally in love with her after only one photo.
The Longeteig’s have been friends for 12 years. I have seen Andrew barf on himself, Amy fall down no fewer than 10 times, and have helped them move 14 times. On the flip side, Amy has catered to my dozens of requests for Taco Bell and visits to Rennies, even though BOTH were against her religion. Andrew is like a brother from another (ginge) mother who I adore to pieces.
I can not believe they have a precious little peep. The jury is still out on whether they’ll allow me Auntie rights, but hopefully they can look past my checkered past.
And because of this little peep, I think I might be able to try it. I just wanted Amy to try it first and let me know how it goes.
Also, I wasn’t totally ready to give up on wine.
