And such is life that instead of sucking the marrow, it just kind of sucked. At least for a few days. Now I have nothing to complain about except the 7 degree weather that greeted my short skirt wearing self this morning.
Now, I was a weeee bit on the old side to have a doll, especially because I was never really the doll type of girl. But it was so important to me that I wanted one and my parents knew it, and despite all the things they had to do and pay for and worry about, they got it for me.
And now, before I lose your attention, I will get to the glorious day of unveiling.
Austin helped Sabra with the tape, which she probably didn't need. I'm a terrible gift wrapper. But as you can see from his face, he was into the magic of the moment as much as she was.
And here....here it is. The Moment. She ripped off enough paper to see Black's sweet face looking back at her, waiting for her (toddlerish) motherly embrace. Austin said, "do you know what that is?" And Sabra said "BLACK BABY!"
Sabra and Black's first picture
No, I have no idea what is wrong with Austin's crazy eyes in this otherwise cute picture. Normally he brings the Bar of Attractiveness way up, but we can't always be a winner, right?
Sabra was very intent on learning the basics of caring for Black's needs. Note how she is ignoring the baby in order to read. Where would she learn such behavior?!
And here she is feeding baby Black, under the careful and knowledgeable eye of Godfather. No doubt he was crying as I took this photo....if you know Daniel, you understand.
Being a multi-taking mommy, and learning from Godmama.
Moira, Zoe(doll), Kathryn, Sabra, Black
Sabra and Black, all tucked in and enjoying a nap
Since that day, Sabra has renamed her baby Charlotte, after a real-life baby in our church that she adores. The names merged, and now we have Black Charlotte. She tried for a few hours to change it to Little Lord Jesus, but I just felt weird about that. NO, not because of the skin color (although heeeelooooo everybody knows Jesus was an Eskimo) but mostly the gender. And the pink hat. And also, well...how do you explain that? Black Charlotte, being much more appropriate and fitting for so lovely a doll, has stuck.
Sabra likes to sleep with her, change her diapers, her clothes (although it requires assistance, as those sweet little shoes are very hard to get on) and love on her.
She got what she wanted for Christmas. It won't always happen, but this year it did. And as part of the gift-giving team, it felt really good.
So there's my blog for today. I'm really quite sorry and rather embarrassed that it is neither profound, witty, or maybe even interesting. You've just read through a written version of 'hey, look at these new pictures of my kid drooling'. And you are too nice to be unkind about it.
But I am here, and wanted you to know. I didn't say much today, but we had a bit of a chat. A little 'how are you, the weather is nice' kind of chat.
Maybe that will get the ball rolling enough for me to say something of substance soon.
Look for it, wait for it....