4 posts tagged “kiki”
This past weekend, Prince E and I went to visit my sister Kiki and her new baby. He was so scrumptiously cute that I wanted to eat his little ears. And his feet. And kiss his cheeks over and over.
I managed to carry him around and not worry about breaking him. For some reason he didn't seem as fragile as my other nephew did when I first held him at seven weeks, but I imagine it is more me and my maturity (ha!) than the actual difference between the babies.
Here are some photos of the little one (log in for more including his "My aunt is a hottie" shirt.)
Yesterday was Kiki's baby shower. It went well, I think. Here are a few photos (many are friend/family only, so be sure to log in):
The fruit display that I created (with help from mom and Kiki):
One of the activities was to decorate onesies for the new baby using fabric paint. Here is one of the creations that Prince E made:
And here is one of mine:
The other fun activity involved me melting different kinds of candy bars and putting them into diapers. They were passed around and the guests had to "guess the poo." It made for some funny sights as people had to sniff the diapers to identify the candy.
Prince E and I participated in our first running race together yesterday. My mom and sister also came to town to run with us. It is was also my first race under my new name, so technically I set a personal record because I (with the new name) never ran this race before.
The race was the 8k Shamrock Shuffle, which goes throughout downtown. This year they increased the number of runners to 30,000! It was unseasonably warm yesterday (at least 75 by race end, high of 80 at some point that day) and I really wish they would have added another water stop.
Since our training kind of fell off toward the end there, Prince E and I decided to run as much as we could and take long walking breaks. We just wanted to finish. We were quite discouraged by the Chicago Police Officer that came up behind those of near the back and kept repeating "if you are going to be walking and not running, you have to get on the sidewalk, because the course will be closed soon." She was mean and not friendly and not encouraging. In reality, the course was not being closed as she passed, she was just being pesky.
We really were going as fast as we could and we were by no means the last of the group, so I don't know why she kept yelling at all of us. Someone yelled "when was the last time you ran 5 miles!" Then another women went up to the car and was yelling and gesticulating, although I couldn't make out what she said. I did hear the woman yell out the police car number. I guess she threatened to report her for being a bully.
Despite the heat, our poor training, and Prince E's asthma acting up (thankfully he had brought his inhaler), we did manage to finish about 10 minutes faster that I had predicted. We were tired and crabby afterward, made more so by the fact that my mom and sister failed to stick to the AFTER RACE PLAN, we had so carefully devised, and we had to end up waiting for them to get to the parking garage. It would not have been such a big deal if we hadn't just run nearly five miles in the hot sun and were tired and crabby (did I say that already?)
After we got back to the burbs and went to lunch, we were all in much better spirits. I think the people coming in to the restaurant in their Sunday best got a kick out of the four of us still in our running clothes.
I was glad that my mom and sister came to town for the race. This was the longest race either of them had completed and I was proud of them both for beating me. Next year though, they better stick to the plan, or we might leave them in the city!
I have two older sisters and an older brother. As a child, I epitomized the youngest child role and I am sure my siblings would say that I still do. I was a little spoiled by my parents and got away with some things. Of course my sister Kiki would tell you that my mom thought I could do no wrong and she always got in trouble, even for things that were my fault. I thought I would use today, Kiki’s birthday, to apologize for any wrongs that I did to her during our childhood.
1) I am sorry that I would play Barbies with you, devising detailed scenes and activities for Barbie and her friends, involving lots of accessories and props, and then leave you to pick everything up when I decided I did not want to play anymore, but you have always been more organized and I would have just put things away messily.
2) I am sorry I kicked you in the groin after we raced to the bathroom and I won, but I needed to get you out of the way so I could close the door, and I knew that the kick to the groin was always effective on television.
3) I am sorry that I scratched you on your arm, leaving a scar to the this day, but at least you have had something interesting to tell my new friends/future husband when you met them for the first time.
4) I am sorry that I told on you for fights that I started. Of course I don’t remember doing this, but if you keep saying that I did, I guess I must have. Doesn’t sound like something I would do, though, me being an angel and all.
5) I am sorry that I told mom that I was watching the T.V. first, even though you were already watching the After School Special, but I really wanted to watch Scooby-Doo. It is not my fault she believed me.
I know it sounds like I was a meanie, but Kiki used to convince me that she had to pay my friends to play with me. Does that make us even?
Happy Birthday Kiki!!
