What A Day!!

Nothing like 1 million hours of inaugural coverage to really make me feel like an American!

I don't know about you, but if I wasn't sure before, I am certain now that everything is going to be alright...because Super Barack will make sure of it. He's no ordinary man. He is going to save us.

Do you have a splinter in your finger? He will make sure the era of change comes to your afflicted digit. After all, it shouldn't be the wealthy alone who have access to splinter-puller-outers.

Are you frustrated by the price of a stamp? He'll check the W2 of the guy behind you and ensure he pays for your postage. Why should you have to pay for it when there is a "have" standing right behind you! The burden of postage can be spread around. It will make these United States a place of greater personal responsibility.

As a matter of fact, should you have any grievance what-so-ever, you just send the big guy an email. He'll put a team together, have a small business owner finance the team's brainstorming, design a resolution, have one of those hideous successful/rich people pay for the resolution, and solve your problem completely. You have nothing to worry about!

We are living in Barack Obama's United States, my friends. He is shaping our future, and we can finally be the nation we were destined to be!!!

Just another really excited day Being Billingsley...

Version 2.0

Well, I have a lot to apologize for...

1. If we've been shopping, and you've noticed I wear the same sad elastic waist black pants... I'm so sorry for the embarrassment.

2. Along the same lines, while we were shopping, if you were concerned that I accidentally put on one of Abbie's shirts before I left the house because it was so tight that my belly hung out the bottom...again, I'm terribly sorry I embarrassed you.

3. If you've tried to call after 7:00 PM to find out what in the world I was talking about on your voicemail earlier in the day, only to find that I've already gone to sleep...I am sorry.

4. If I've been to lunch with you recently, and puked into my napkin and/or the parking lot on the way to our cars...soooo sorry.

I promise I have a good excuse for everything...

The truth is, I HAVE A STOWAWAY! Little Billingsley Version 2.0 will continue to hitch a free ride in my belly until July 21, 2009!

So...anyone interested in a buffet of buffalo wings with blue cheese and cocktails on July 22?


Just another very pregnant day Being Billingsley...

I love her already!

Anna and Marcus, being the overachievers they are, have already posted pics of their stunning little girl.

Click on the "Journey with the Jenks" line under my blog list.

God is so good!!!

Hallelujah!

Well, I got the call I've been waiting for the last few weeks. It came about 7:45 this morning from Marcus...

Anna had her gorgeous baby this morning at 1:18 AM! The baby was 8lbs 3oz and 20.75". According to the docs, she is perfect in every way!

I know lots of you were praying for Marcus and Anna's sweet family, and I wanted you all to know they are doing great!

I'll let you know when they have posted pics of Abby Lu on their blog. I can't wait to see her!

Just another completely exciting day Being Billingsley...

Abbie and the Fat Guy...

This year I realized how QUICKLY Abbie is growing up. I've always wanted to have that excellent picture of my child with Santa where she is screaming and poor Santa is awkwardly trying to get the picture taken so he can be rescued from the terrorized child.

Each year, Abbie is just so darned happy to see him, there is no chance of crying or fear of any kind. I've always thought, "Maybe next year my baby will cry on Santa's lap."

Year One: No chance of crying. She thought it was the coolest thing ever. She could have stayed with him all day. Her favorite part was actually the photographer. Even then she thought it appropriate for people to make a fuss over her and take her photo.

Year Two: Santa gave her a piece of candy to start the session off, and forget it...there was no way any tears would come after that. Again, as you will see, happy smiling kid in Santa's lap.

Year Three: Well, this is the year she discovered her "photo-taking-smile" a.k.a. the fake smile. This was the year she discovered she could ask Santa to bring her the stuff her mom already told her she couldn't have. She was awfully proud of herself, and so again...no tears.

Year Four: Well, this year, on our way to see Santa, Abbie told me she really wanted to, "Chat him up this year." She had a lot to discuss...no doubt things like the election, state of the economy, the creepiness of the whole elf thing.

So, if any of you have a great pic of your kid screaming on Santa's lap send it my way. Hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!


Just another day Being Billingsley...

Santa is Coming to Town... I Hope!

Well, Abbie woke up this morning with a great concern.

There are no gifts under the tree for her because I’ve screwed things up for Santa. First of all, there is too much stuff in front of the fireplace making it impossible for him to come into the house. Abbie tried to explain to me, “He really doesn’t want to break your stuff…and if he comes down the chimney, he will knock all those silly things over.”

Because I’ve done a horrible job rolling out the red carpet for Santa, he’s felt unwelcome to come into our house and confirm we are in fact ready for him to deliver Abbie’s gifts. You can understand her worry. I actually started to worry for myself…I don’t see anything for me under that tree either.

So, Santa, I hope you are reading this despite the fact it has been a month since my last post. I promised I would post some pics so you could see that, at Chez Billingsley, we are certainly ready for and anxiously awaiting your arrival.

Tree trimmed…CHECK!

Scattered Santas to remind us of you…CHECK!

Tree for Mom's room (which means there is plenty of space for my gifts...don't worry about not having space for anything extra you had in mind...we've got the room)...CHECK!!

Tree for Abbie’s room…CHECK!

Abbie wanted to make sure you knew she got your latest FAO Schwarz catalog, and she may need to send an addendum to her original list of needs.

Thanks for your understanding Santa, and I sure hope the placement of decor did not in any way make you feel unwelcome at this house. (If it did, I just want to make clear that it was all James' idea, and if anyone should be held responsible, it should certainly be him.)

Just another problem solving day Being Billingsley…

One Room Down...

We started our Christmas decorating last night, and Abbie was very clear that her room should be done first. She was very helpful this year. She put the hooks on the ornaments. She arranged them on the tree...she actually hasn't stopped arranging the ornaments since last night. I woke up this morning to find a nice grouping of ornaments on the very bottom branches.

This child LOVES Christmas, and between ornaments she would do a few of her favorite dance moves. This move is obviously called "The Dork." Her father has also perfected this move.

She has had this tree in her room since her first Christmas, and it was so much fun to watch her decorate it this year. I can remember when we would put her in the crib, and she would watch her parents do all the decorating. She's grown up so much!

She is so in love with this tree and so concerned with its perfect arrangement that we are pretty sure it is going to fall down in the middle of the night. We should teach her, "Timmmmmberrrrr."

Just another decorated day Being Billingsley...