It’s early. I called work last night and Sam told me I was supposed to be in at 6AM. No. I am supposed to be in at 8. Jen told me when I called, in a panic, to tell her I was on my way. Good thing, I’m not late and I can sit back and get some miscellaneous things done.

Last night was my step-grandfather’s 80th birthday party. Everyone was there, lots of people I didn’t know. My Aunt Josie, whose house looks like a Martha Stewart fantasy, tends to throw these large parties (less in recent years) where everyone gets drunk, mariachis show up and alcohol flows like water. I spend time with my cousins, laugh, joke and get to know them better each time. As crazy as my family is, I love them all dearly. In particular, Deeana brought her new baby Shawn. He’s simply a little angel from heaven. Seriously though, he’s adorable, as most babies are. I know that while it would be nice to be in a place where a baby was a realistic option, still…I know I’m not ready. Neither is Andy. We’ve talked about it and both of us agree that a baby would be nice one day, but now…in this little apartment, with so much life needing to be lived, a baby is not on the menu. I think mostly I get sad around babies because of stupid hormones. But Shawn is the sweetest thing; quiet, happy. Nearly the perfect baby. Danielle is asleep on the couch, Sonny is asleep in the big chair. I wonder what time they got in last night. Pretty late I imagine.