Sweet Baby Girl

Welcome to the world, sweet baby Phoebe!

Ian and I paid new mommy Allison a visit last night and brought dinner for her, her mother, and her husband Cliff.  I ended up doing Greek chicken with our favorite sauce for the top (mixture of plain Greek yogurt, feta cheese, lemon zest, lemon juice, S&P and herbs), some rice, and a salad.

And for all of you that have a baby girl, know a baby girl, and maybe hope one day to have a baby girl: an excerpt from what I'm currently reading, Tina Fey's Bossypants.

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be beautiful but not damaged, for it’s the damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the beauty.
When the crystal meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half and stick with beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from acting but not all the way to finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes and not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it.
May she play the drums to the fiery rhythm of her own heart with the sinewy strength of her own arms, so she need not lie with drummers.
Grant her a rough patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, for childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming magenta for one day. And adulthood is long and dry - humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers and the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a bitch in front of Hollister, give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, for I will not have that shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.
“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a mental note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.


  1. What an adorable baby name, and baby!
    What a great friend to go over and make dinner. Love the Tiny Fey quote. ;)

  2. I am currently reading "Bossypants," too and LOVE it! And by reading....I mean that I bought the audio version through Audible and hook up my kindle in my car for the long commute to work. Have you tried Audible?

  3. love the excerpt from Tina Fey...definitely appropriate as we await the arrival of our baby girl!

  4. I loved Bossypants! I read it this Summer but after reading your quote, I kind of want to read it all over again!

  5. let me tell you --- I live on 83rd Street, and she's right in requesting divine assistance while crossing 86th Street... it's MADNESS :)

  6. oh i love that :) tina fey is great-and your friend's baby is SO cute as well!

  7. Phoebe is a gorgeous baby girl! The Bossypants excerpt was hilarious!! I definitely need to save that...


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