It’s Tortilla Time|

I think I forgot my cell phone in Greece.

…and it just sort of happened.

To put a damper on this most glorious day is of course an orthodontist appointment. Nothing says ‘happy birthday’ like OPEN UP AND SAY AWWW!

Moments ago I was informed that I am going to Mexico on March 3rd.

Then I go to Greece on March 31. My life rocks.

My baby (half) brother Aidan James graced the world with his presence this morning at around three AM.

Liam called and told me so.

I find it endearing that Liam has somehow contrived a name for me, even if it does consist of ‘Toto‘. I sincerely hope that this name wasn’t developed because of my likeness to Toto in The Wizard of Oz. However, I imagine that being called ‘Toto‘ is an improvement over being the play bitch that he merely points at. Oh to be two.

Speaking of endearing, that was my simple response to the news of the birth of little Aidan. It proved similar to my acknowledgement of the fact that I was going to be a big sister yet again. Except the word that I chose for that occasion was ‘charmed‘. I am beginning to feel that my father is growing displeased with my lack of enthusiasm to the growing Davis clan.

It may have to do with the fact that these kids are half evil.

She-who-shall-not-be-named is pregnant, again. Due date? My birthday, February 28th. As imagined, I am far from thrilled. I absolutely adore my baby brother, Liam, but the desire for other siblings definitely wasn’t there. Especially ones who are half-evil. She-who-shall-not-be-named says that she will keep on trying until she gets what she wants, a girl (story of her life). Call me spiteful, but I hope that she is incapable of conceiving a girl and instead has ten boys who pick at her soul and make every day of her existence miserable.

My brother, William Joseph, made his grand entry into the world on Friday. I am pleased to announce the arrival of this healthy, beautiful baby boy. He weighed in at 9lbs. 4 oz. and was 21 inches long.

I think I love him.

Right now I’m not sure if I’m more bummed about getting a baby brother or hearing my dad say the word ‘penis’.

Yesterday was my brother’s 13th birthday. Now we’re both teenagers. My Dad never called Ben on his birthday, so today Ben called him and asked him why. Dad said that he thought that Ben’s birthday was tomorrow. Pathetic. That’s almost as bad as the time Dad asked me how old I was…

I’m getting a baby brother or sister.