Aunt farm

My little sister has given me the go-ahead to report the big news from Hippie Land this evening:

As you may recall, my little brother called me several weeks ago to report that he and his wife are expecting their first child sometime in December.

I sent my sister an e-mail the other day to ask how she was doing. Her reply? “Funny you should ask. Pregnant, actually.”

In an effort to secure the title of World’s Coolest Aunt, I have now instituted a policy: I am not allowed to visit Toys R Us without procuring at least two baby items while I am there. Given the number of trips I expect to make to Toys R Us in search of Cars memorabilia this summer, it would probably be more efficient for me to simply arrange to have my paychecks sent directly to the store.

Today, I scored a Winnie the Pooh for each of the rugrats-in-progress. When I was about 2, I informed my mother of my intentions to marry Pooh, so of course I couldn’t possibly take a chance on anyone else buying the little darlings their first Pooh bears. That would just be wrong.

In other news, I’ve got lilies coming up in the front flowerbed, and I got a Mater toy out of a box of cereal this evening.

Life is good….

Emily