My daughter Emmiko needs to stop baking cookies. I don’t like the result of cookies. Whenever Jess comes to town I gain 50 pounds.
In other news… HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the greatest second oldest daughter in the whole entire earf. My Ryann is fifteen years old today. FIFTEEN! That is crazy. It’s just not natural for her to be that old. It makes me sad. But I have to admit that I really really really really really really truly like her at this age. She is so magnificent and marvelous and funny and generous and godly and smart and so wonderful. I like her because she makes our family look good. Why yes, it is all about me. But seriously, she does make us look good because she is so exceptionally perfect that people think I must be a spectacular parent. I dig that.
I also have to say that she is decidedly better looking now than when I first met her. Whoever said “all babies are cute” never saw my daughter, Ryann, as a newborn. Boy Howdy was she one jacked up looking tyke. Her limbs were two sizes too long, her toes were about as long as her fingers. Her nose took up half her head (and her head, by the way, was covered with bright carrot-colored hair). Wow — she was certainly something to behold. She was sort of a mix between a rat, an orangutan and an orange alien. Ask Geoff the Great, or Coie. I’m not making it up.
But now… now I wish that some of that ugly would have stuck. I don’t like taking her out in public because she gets gawked and stared at. She is phenomenally pretty (fashion model pretty). And I don’t mean that as a compliment. Pretty people are seriously at a disadvantage; but so far she has beat the odds and it has not affected her genuinely beautiful godly character and compassionate/generous personality.
So Happy Birthday to my favorite second oldest daughter! Please always stay as excellent as you are now. But stop scaring me all the time. And stop stealing my Q-tips. And stop jumping on my bed; you’re gonna end up breaking it. And stop always asking to use my special coffee creamer that was bought especially for me. And stop chasing James around the fireplace all the time. And stop always grossing me out with your gross green retainer. But other than that. Stay exactly the same.
Thirdly, Happy Birthday to my birthson, Aaron. He and Ryann share a birthday on Feb 26th; he is turning 17. He is also exceptionally fabulous looking. And he is also a total joy. I sure hope we’ll get to see him again this year.
Fourthly, Happy Birthday to beautiful Maria. I love love love love love this lady and I am so honored and lucky that she lets me be her friend. I get to see her again in a week and I can’t wait. She is the bestesterest.
Lastly, Emmiko gets her tonsils out on March 12th. That will be fun, because honestly… surgery and hospital stays never get old <gritting teeth>.