My Little Visitor

Remember my friend named 'Jewel' who came to visit a few months ago?  Well, she came back today, but apparently has changed her name to 'Emily'.  Coincidentally, her baby's name is 'Sara'.  Anyway, this friend of my is just so mature, it's hard to believe.  In fact, she's telling me now that she just won a running race, her trophy is gold, she'll be staying at my house for a 'long, long time ago' until Friday when she's coming right back, and I'll be babysitting her baby. 

Her poor baby has a fever and, even worse, her brothers hit her in the head this morning with a frying pan because they really wanted a little brother (hmmmm....), so they're at home standing in a corner.  'My friends' kids,' she tells me,'are really well behave, but mine, ugh, are just so bad.'  She does clarify, however, that her girls are good, it's just those boys who have to go in the corner every day.   (Incidentally, the only person in this house who's had a time out in the corner lately is a certain 4-year-old.)

The saddest part of all is that Emily told me that her dear husband George died in world war 26,000, and she cried and cried and her children didn't know why she was crying.  But now, I guess, he's doing better, because his favorite colors are brown  and orange and he thinks she looks really great with eye makeup on. 

Well, I have to go now because Emily would like to drive me to another friend's house because she has just enough extra 'grown-up' seats in her car, but just so I know, she'll be driving.  If I could come along, 'that would be great' and 'she doesn't mind at all.' 

We should have plenty to talk about because her husband is a 'body doctor' for babyies and stuff.  He uses a sharp thing to get the babies out, wraps the babies up in a blanket, and gives them to the mommies.  But, at the end, you have to give him your email and stuff like that. 

Oh my, lo and behold, baby Sara has decided to go back in Emily's tummy, and Emily is so frustrated because she's not coming out until 'like, a week.'  She thinks our babies will really like each other.  I think so, too. 

And now I'm having a makeover (lipgloss on eyelids) because she thinks my husband will really like the way I look in eyeshadow. 

I'm getting really worn out.  Maybe my little visitor would to watch some Dora...  Actually, she's on her way out because she has to get her 'blood cell.'  (I've been having blood draws every few weeks throughout my pregnancy...). 

I'm sure she'll come back another day.  :)