tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4291112501524825693.post38680729111783659..comments2013-08-28T10:02:40.708-07:00Comments on Ready, set, crap!: Twenty Ten BabyHollie Jeanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12355301037314601532noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4291112501524825693.post-76130456138190069882013-08-20T12:05:10.610-07:002013-08-20T12:05:10.610-07:00Dear Twenty Ten baby,
It is my job, as the keeper ...Dear Twenty Ten baby,<br />It is my job, as the keeper of all the secrets, to share what your mama didn't tell you... When she found out she was pregnant, we were all a little worried, after a beta test that "you" were "they" (looking back, there is a funny sense of irony there) We teased your mommy over and over that we were going to name her new babies after pharmaceutical drugs. We named the beings in her body Amoxacillin and Augmentin (Mox and Auggie) because they had to start with an "a" and we knew their middle name since your mom doesn't have much for imagination. When she saw your lone little gummy bear self on the u/s we decided that the only logical explanation is that You (Auggie) must have eaten Mox. <br />She also didn't tell you was that she had planned for all of us to come over the Friday you were born for a bbq. She called me after she got the Osborn call. She was worried, but she handled it like a champ, in true Hollie Hardass fashion. Your mama, Aaron, is one of the toughest people I know, and I am so thankful that she is my best friend. smeadmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10345047905557973801noreply@blogger.com