I can’t stop laughing about your last letter! Gordon would definitely approve of an interpretive dance baby announcement. I hope you will send me a video of it? I’m thinking maybe I’ll send you some plastic rose petals. Just in case. You take your time…those petals will last! 😉
Somewhat related: I was just a month or so from delivery with Kyle when I was talking with a lady from church. She asked how I was feeling and kind of nodded in the direction of what I thought was a quite pregnant-looking midsection (mine. I’m talking about my pregnant midsection.). I was so excited to talk about how there wasn’t too much time left and the baby was kicking and so active, etc. She blurted out, “Oh thank goodness! You’re PREGNANT. I thought you’d just let yourself GO!”
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I made some fantastic recipes recently and I’ll have to share them with you. It’s all about Thanksgiving at our house right now though, so you’ll probably hear about those first, assuming they turn out! I have your amazing roll dough in the fridge right this minute! I’ve got pies in the oven.
I was cutting out pie crust guards when the phone rang and it was some survey company. I mentioned that it was 9:30 at night and I was trying to get pies done for tomorrow. I do try to be polite even when it’s bothersome, since I spent that summer working the phones (and also working at Haagen-Dazs. That job was pretty dreamy. And I got fat. But it was awesome.). Anyway, I didn’t catch the name of her organization, but she had questions about my interest in baby products. She launched into her script and I tried to politely interject with, “I’m sorry, but I don’t have an infant.” She paused and asked if I could verify that I am not the mother of a child one year or younger. I stated that was correct. She paused, and then said, “Oh! But as a grandmother to a child one year old or less, we are still definitely interested in talking with you!”
Happy Thanksgiving Eve!