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Friday, December 21, 2007

Pre-Meditated...

I've been a frustration to my older sister pretty much all my life. I don't eat right; I don't exercise; I'm not motivated and am not fulfilling my *amazing* potential; I leave the same song on my blog for too long, and it drives her insane. I misspell words and can't remember the "punctuation before quotation" rule [or is it after the quotation mark???]. For these--and a myriad of other reasons---Adell gets on my case...constantly.

Of course it's because she loves me. Of course I know that. But the little sister inside me can't resist getting her goat every now and then. Purposely.

And then there are times when I get her goat without really intending to at all. Like now. Nobody in my family would ever email me a decent photo of my nephew--you remember? The one who escaped that nasty womb just last week? My own flesh and blood, and I've only seen snapshots held up to a webcam... {Yes, that's right. My mom and dad can work a webcam but can't import photos to iPhoto, or email them any other way...good grief.}

So I am taking matters into my very own hands and being the first to debut his newborn photos (courtesy of Jenny Biggs, of course). I hope someday my big sister can find it in her heart to forgive me for what I am about to do...

Ladies and gentlemen of the blogging universe, please welcome to the world...Preston Durrant Atwood, fondly referred to as Gwidon (GWEE-DUHN):


I know. I can hardly contain myself either. If I could describe him in one word, it would be "serene." Don't you agree?

They all told me he looked like an Atwood, but now that I have seen a high-resolution photo of the little tyke for myself, I say he's got quite a lot of Adell in him. Maybe someday I'll find a baby photo of her to prove my point. But that's not the point--the point is, he floats my boat.

Every time I call to talk with her, she holds the phone up to Gwidon's ear so I can speak French to him (since we all know babies who hear French grow into adults who speak French...[and we want her kids to be better than everyone else's kids, so it's necessary for them to be bilingual.]) The only problem--and what we did not foresee--is that Gwidon doesn't like French at all. He scowls and pushes the phone away every time I try...little uncultured scoundrel. A week old, is all!

But he'll learn. They always do.

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5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Too cute! Oh I have news too... I'll be engaged as of 12/24 crazy huh? ~A

December 21, 2007 at 11:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Millie,

I wondered why you kept wanting Jenni's phone number! I truly and honestly was just about to send you pictures of Preston right now...I'm still going to e-mail you some, so go check your e-mail. Believe it or not, the ones I'm e-mailing you are even cuter than that one. I think you're right...I hadn't thought the little tyke looked like me at all until I saw that picture. Poor thing! Somehow, though, there's enough of Clint to even him out, and he's about as cute as they come. Anyway, thanks for publishing my inferiorities as the eldest to the entire world... :) I'm sorry I give you such a hard time. I don't mean to...I just want what's best for you! At any rate, I love ya, despite all the nagging.

December 22, 2007 at 6:44 AM  
Blogger Raygon said...

congrats! what a cutie! i where does the nickname come from?

December 22, 2007 at 3:39 PM  
Blogger The Verenski's said...

Camille
I am so sorry about not going to take a picture of him . You probley hate me right now . I have been so busy but that is no excuse. I hope you can forgive me .... I just have to say he is so dang cute. He does look so much like adells baby pictures. When butch was born people would say he looks like me then another would say he looks like james, and people would even say he looked like my dad but I guess that is part of having a little baby . He is a doll. That picture is so dang cute....

December 23, 2007 at 6:29 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Baby Gwidon is so cute. He has a wrinkly forhead when he gets mad. I loved this blog (which I learned has the definition of "BUSINESS LOG", compliments of Uncle Henry) entry. They (D. Henry and Grace) are going on an Alaskan cruise in June with Aunt Elaine and a bunch of Chiropractic people. Dad and I are looking into it. Do you and Kyle want to go? The price is good and we would cruise out of Seattle, which is about the same latitude as Raymond.
Anyhow---BABY is so cute. We provided child care for him last night while his MA and PA went to dinner. However, we were not the first ones to take care of him, though---Grandma and Grandpa Atwood will always claim that honor. He truly is adorable and so sweet. He has an even temprament until you take his clothes off and then he gets MAD!
I would send you pictures but it's your fault I can't. You never TAUGHT me how to use the computer. It is an important calling a teacher has so that she can teach another what and how to do something so that when person A decides to move to a foreign country then their remaining ancestors can communicate with them in a modern, technological way. (That's a run-on sentence if I ever saw cone---but at least I know that!)
We can't wait for you to see our baby and get to know him, It is actually good that you are coming later instead of sooner so that you can help Adell after Clint goes back to work. Clint changes every diaper and helps a lot with Mr. Gwidon!
I love you, Millie, and wish that you were down the street or around the corner so you could see the baby ( and ME) every few days. We can't wait until you come home to see us all. Thanks for a great blog (Business log) and make it a memorable and giving day.
Love---
GRANMAMA

December 23, 2007 at 10:16 AM  

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