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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Just call me “Mina”

Well I have some good news, folks—Brown decided that my name is no longer “Yucky.” Instead, I am now addressed as “Mina,” and I’m married to a foxy guy known as “Bri-nan.” And on a somewhat unrelated note, there was a little girl that lived next door to us when we were growing up who couldn’t pronounce “Allison” and “Amanda,” so she called us “Sally” and “Man.” Well, understandably, she also couldn’t tell us apart at the ripe age of 2, so she referred to us both as “Sally-Man”… no point in telling that story other than my amusement at finding so many variations of one name.

So anyway, we had a fun, though fairly exhausting, trip home to Austin this weekend. As evidenced in my previous post, Sayers was so adorable that I considered kidnapping him from my own sister and brother-in-law. It has been a while since Emma and Brown were born (3.5 years and 2 years, respectively), so I had forgotten how teeny tiny newborns are. He literally would have fit in my purse, although somehow I can’t see his parents agreeing to that method of transportation. Regardless, Brian and I both got to spend some time holding him and watching him sleep, which is somehow infinitely more entertaining than watching an average person sleep. Maybe it’s the unusual ways in which he contorts his little face, or maybe it’s the fact that he is the size of a small puppy, but somehow you just can’t take your eyes off of him while he is snoozing. Or eating. Or sneezing. Or simply existing for that matter.

Our time with Emma and Brown served as a pretty sharp contrast to our time spent with Sayers. It was really a whirlwind of My Little Ponies and pirate-talk, to tell you the truth. Emma has really become quite assertive (as one who shares the same attribute, I have learned this is simply the polite word for “bossy”) these days, and it was never more evident than when she was around her new baby brother. And let me put the emphasis on her baby brother. She was fairly confident that no one else was capable of (or allowed to, for that matter) holding him properly, feeding him properly, or existing in his presence properly. We were reprimanded on more than one occasion for “waking up baby Sayers” and doing things that “baby Sayers doesn’t like.” How anyone has ever raised a child without Emma’s help, I’ll never know!

It was endearing, however, to see that she is already very protective of her new baby brother, and her reaction is greatly preferred to the other possible response—“get that baby out of here!” So it definitely could have been worse. Brown was more or less blissfully unaware that any change had taken place. Occasionally he would notice Sayers in the corner of his eye and come over to pat (more like assault) the baby’s head and give him a kiss, commenting that, “Baby See-ers is cuuuute!” And then he would quickly go back to treating Brian as a jungle gym or otherwise expending his never-ending supply of energy.

Brian definitely won the good sport award for the weekend, as his main role really was to exhaust Emma and Brown so that they would fall asleep more easily that night. He played in the bubble bounce, fought against the foam pirate sword, watched Bambi 2 (less depressing but not nearly as good as the original Bambi), and even spent some time playing with the My Little Ponies in Emma’s bright pink tent. I don’t think it was all sacrifice for him, however—my dad was watching Brian and Brown play with trucks and commented that Brian looked more into it than Brown was. Had there been Transformers involved, I’m fairly sure that I would have had to drag Brian away.

Needless to say, we had fun hanging out with the fam, but were more than ready to hit the hay upon our return on Saturday night. And looking back at the weekend, it’s kind of funny that my first response when we saw Sayers (mind you, this was before Emma and Brown had arrived at the house), was, “Look at how cute and precious he is! I want one!” and I think Brian almost agreed… until 24 hours after babysitting set in. He then looked at me and said, “Hey, how do you feel about adopting 8-year-olds?” So I guess we’ll be waiting a little longer before adding to the colony of Nelson grandchildren—you’re welcome for that, Franny and Pop Pop! :)

And a big congrats to Lorne and Maryanne Liechty, by the way, for welcoming their 2nd daughter, Mary Kate, into the world on Sunday—we can’t wait to see pictures and meet her in person!!


*Kimmie* said...

I would 100% support you if you hadn't taken back your "I want one!" comment, but I cannot *imagine* babies running around! I can barely take care of my cat!

But YAY for Mary Kate! Talk about one adorable mommy!!!

Brian Joiner said...

I'm not saying that I enjoyed playing "trucks" more than brown did, but I will admit my affinity for transformers!