Tuesday, December 1, 2009

This Is For You Gertie

Alright Gertie, I told you that I would post on this thing for you. Though I don't think you realize how difficult it is to do anything in this house hold. For instance, just now, I have two of my younger daughters on my lap trying to get my attention and asking what I am doing. But I am posting and I have something very important to say at the end.

Honestly, sometimes I wonder how I happened to have so many children. All of which are girls. The truth is that I signed an agreement with my husband that we would keep having children until we had at least one boy and one girl or until I could no longer have children. Well, we haven't managed to have a single boy yet.

I'll list off my children and their ages:

Rachel (Rapunzel) is 24 and my oldest
Belinda (Tinkerbell) is 22
Elizabeth (Cinderella) is 20
Aurora (Sleeping Beauty) and Ariel (the Little Mermaid) are both 17, my first set of twins and they are identical down to the last freckle
Esmerelda is 16
Patricia (Pocahontas) is 13
Jezebelle (Belle) and Jasmine are 11, also twins however they look absolutely nothing alike.
Bertha is 8
Sarah (Snow White) is 5
Melanie (Mewan)is 3

In case you haven't noticed, there are a few names or princess names in brackets. That is because most of my children seem to think that they should be called or known as those names. Though I am pretty sure that Melanie just cannot pronounce her own name. However Esmerelda, Jasmine and Bertha do like to go by their own names rather than what they think they should be called. That's why I allow Esmerelda to go busking on street corners and Jasmine to keep sneaking off to the zoo to visit the tigers. I'm sure at some point that W. will buy her a tiger, that seems like something he would do. Bertha tends to just act out against her sisters but I am sure that she only acts out because W. spends so little time with her.

Now, it is difficult when you have so many children, to spend time with them all. But sometimes, I think that W. has something against Bertha. He won't spend any time with her or buy her presents like he does the other girls. Even when we go out just him and me, he will get individual baby sitters for all the younger girls except for Bertha. Now, sometimes I will get the older girls to help look after the younger ones but I don't want to ruin their lives by constantly getting them to help. So I like to call Gertie's boy. I don't know how he does it, but he always manages to get Bertha to behave. In fact, he is so good that she is on her best behaviour for at least a day after he has babysat. Now that he's older, I think it's time to give him the key to the west wing of the castle where Bertha is. This way he can take her out when he babysits and not worry about the door locking automatically behind them. Of course, I will have to speak with Gertie about this first.

Now, here is the extra special part that I told you all about at the beginning. You would think after having 12 children that I would be through with giving birth but unfortunately I haven't gone through the big M just yet. I thought maybe, just maybe because I didn't get my last visit from Aunt Flow (I have to be careful of what I write just in case those little eyes understand). But W. took me to a doctor so that we could find out and it turns out that I'm pregnant again. I hope it's a boy this time and we can call him Tian however, as I have learned from experience that I tend to have girls, if the baby is a girl we will call her Tiana or something similar. I just hope she is more like Bertha because she is the only normal child I have in this house.

1 comment:

  1. Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Such wonderful news!! :D :D You must come over for dinner soon to celebrate this! Congratulations honey!!!

    Also... yes, perhaps you should give Michael a key. He tends to be a little snotty like, "I-do-what-I-want-biznatch", so I'm always a little afraid when he babysits anywhere that they'll go out and, you know, break down the door to get back in.

    Again, congrats! Fingers crossed for a boy! Come over for dinner... are you free Friday night? :D

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