August 05, 2005
Speaking of summer, we got some very exciting news last night. Your Aunt Emma phoned us (yes, you have an Aunt Emma, don't worry about the details right now, suffice to say that she's been there for many of the most momentous moments in your mum's life, and that she's anxious to see you). Emma lives in Scotland and England (which is pretty clever of her, if you ask me, to live in two countries at once), and it seems that she and her beau Adam have come into some funds. I immediately said that they should spend said fundage on something ludicrously expensive, like spending summertime in Australia.
This struck as a particularly good idea, especially given how icky the winter is in Engerland (there's this cold, wet stuff called SNOW, punkin, and it's NOT NICE), and so it seems that Emma and Adam will be coming to spend Christmas with us.
This will make your first Christmas, punkin, very exciting, because all kinds of people will be here to meet you, along with your other 900,000,000 relatives. Of course, next Christmas could be a little bit different, but we'll talk about that later.
You'll notice that I haven't said anything about the fact that your grandparents are getting here in SIX DAYS.
That's because I'm terrified, and I'm trying to avoid thinking about it.