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osodecanelaWell, its 2:30 Saturday afternoon and I have no 'professional' responsibilities thru Wed. morning at 9:30. Woo-Hoo!!
I just sent what should be my last delivery for December home with her new daughter, who would more appropriately be named Chanel, (as she's #5, ALL girls), but who will be called Junior instead. They named her after her father, who rather than getting an Antonio, got an Antoinette. He had the good sense to say, "She's healthy and that's all that's important." However, when I got to the hospital this morning to send mother and child home, the baby was in her pink, purple and red tie-dyed onesie (gift of yours truly, out of my dyepot), paired with silver & black booties, silver & black mittens, a blue hat and a pacifier emblazoned with the Oakland Raiders logo. I suspect this child is going to get some mixed messages. Time will tell. She will be the last for this family, as after five c-sections, her momma had the good sense to opt to have the store closed.
After finishing up at post partum, I came down to my office to pull some stitches I'd placed on a three year old earlier this week. My office cleaning person, a wonderful Romanian I've known for nearly 10 years was washing the carpets and did not hear us come in, despite there being two rather noisy children in tow. From the exam room, I called out "Che fach" to her (Romanian for "How are you", though I'm sure I've bollixed the spelling), thinking she was down the hallway. However, I called out loudly, just as she got to the doorway with the carpet shampooer and I managed to scare the living crap out of her. She screamed out at the top of her lungs, dropped the carpet cleaner, grabbed both of her breasts, staggered backwards, and nearly fainted. Behind me, the two pre-schoolers thought is was the funniest thing that had ever seen. I suspect now what I need to get this poor woman for x-mas is some fresh, clean underwear.
It's time for me to kick back a bit and get things I need to do for the holiday. I have yet to get any holiday greetings sent out, other than the solstice present to a certain friend in Texas. I've got the x-mas/holiday stationary here to generate things, and need to get on the stick so at least they're in the mail prior to the holiday. I have a bunch of things to wrap and gift stickers to make.
Tomorrow, I plan to get a couple of holiday desserts made. I scored a bunch of heavy cast aluminum bundt pans, one in the shape of a cathedral, the other a tudor mansion. I intend to to a treble mexican brownie recipe to fill each of the pans and then take food grade paint to the outside to make them look like the tudor buildings, then dust them with powdered sugar for a snow effect. Now this assumes I actually have the energy to get it done, after I finish wrapping stuff, and actually get a decent nights sleep (or two)
I just sent what should be my last delivery for December home with her new daughter, who would more appropriately be named Chanel, (as she's #5, ALL girls), but who will be called Junior instead. They named her after her father, who rather than getting an Antonio, got an Antoinette. He had the good sense to say, "She's healthy and that's all that's important." However, when I got to the hospital this morning to send mother and child home, the baby was in her pink, purple and red tie-dyed onesie (gift of yours truly, out of my dyepot), paired with silver & black booties, silver & black mittens, a blue hat and a pacifier emblazoned with the Oakland Raiders logo. I suspect this child is going to get some mixed messages. Time will tell. She will be the last for this family, as after five c-sections, her momma had the good sense to opt to have the store closed.
After finishing up at post partum, I came down to my office to pull some stitches I'd placed on a three year old earlier this week. My office cleaning person, a wonderful Romanian I've known for nearly 10 years was washing the carpets and did not hear us come in, despite there being two rather noisy children in tow. From the exam room, I called out "Che fach" to her (Romanian for "How are you", though I'm sure I've bollixed the spelling), thinking she was down the hallway. However, I called out loudly, just as she got to the doorway with the carpet shampooer and I managed to scare the living crap out of her. She screamed out at the top of her lungs, dropped the carpet cleaner, grabbed both of her breasts, staggered backwards, and nearly fainted. Behind me, the two pre-schoolers thought is was the funniest thing that had ever seen. I suspect now what I need to get this poor woman for x-mas is some fresh, clean underwear.
It's time for me to kick back a bit and get things I need to do for the holiday. I have yet to get any holiday greetings sent out, other than the solstice present to a certain friend in Texas. I've got the x-mas/holiday stationary here to generate things, and need to get on the stick so at least they're in the mail prior to the holiday. I have a bunch of things to wrap and gift stickers to make.
Tomorrow, I plan to get a couple of holiday desserts made. I scored a bunch of heavy cast aluminum bundt pans, one in the shape of a cathedral, the other a tudor mansion. I intend to to a treble mexican brownie recipe to fill each of the pans and then take food grade paint to the outside to make them look like the tudor buildings, then dust them with powdered sugar for a snow effect. Now this assumes I actually have the energy to get it done, after I finish wrapping stuff, and actually get a decent nights sleep (or two)
