Six Months. Two Weeks. One Post.

Wow. Little C turned 6 months old yesterday. Seriously. I can’t believe it. I haven’t seen her in just about 2 months. But pics are sent about once a week. And each of them make me want to run, yes, run, to Florida to see her.

I’ve missed just a few things – she’s sitting up all by herself. And apparently she’s standing with help a little bit… And she took her first ride in a swing. Ok, yeah, that’s a lot. And it kills me.

How can you not want to RUN to see these:

Yep, that’s a 6 mo old with PIGTAILS. Super, awesome, amazing, crazy PIGTAILS!!! I can’t wait to see how crazy her hair gets as she gets older. Ok, for now I can wait. With my sister and I as reference, anything is possible… I know it gets worse if she really does have our hair… But for now, OMG. Laughing by butt off. Such a cutie-pie. And she’s getting bigger and older by the nano-second.

I’ve missed just a few things – she’s sitting up all by herself. And apparently she likes to stand, with some help, of course. And she just took her first ride in a swing.

Ok, yeah, that’s quite a lot of thigs to miss… And it kills me.

Hold on. Look at those pigtails…. Everyone smiling? Me too!!!! Ok. We’re good to move on.

I realized that I have 14 days till I see My Little C again for Turkey Day. I’ve got to put that at the back of my mind while I deal with 84 beers at Brewfest, but oh-my-goodness FOURTEEN DAYS till I see those pigtails?

I can’t wait to read to, talk to and play with her. That will be the best time in the world…

But really, all I will need is to hug her and breathe in and out, and all will be right in the world. I have a feeling that a hug from that little girl will always make everything ok, no matter what is going on in my life or anywhere else…

Why? Because she’s My Little C, and if you’re lucky enough to have seen a picture of her 5 or 6 mo. old smile? You know it can melt you into a tiny little puddle of love.

A season of success…

As of Saturday around 12:30pm, this rugby season officially became the most successful season for the PRFC. At that point, our men’s team beat Lexington to become the Midwest DII Eastern Conference Champions. They had one loss this season, to Lexington, just one week before.

The men will now head to the Midwest Championships in the Spring of 2010. And I am SO proud of them. SO proud.

The Angels continue to prepare for Nationals this coming weekend. You can keep up to date on the Angels here of at the Angels blog.

Considering that I have about 30,000 things going on this month, between Nationals, Brewfest, Thanksgiving and seeing Little C, a sewing project I just finished, and my everyday life, I’m going to try NaBloPoMo again…

I completely forgot that this was coming up, but I did it last year, so we should be good to go!

A little bit of happy…

This hasn’t been a great week. At all. There’s a lot of things that make it that way, but we’re not going to get into those right now.

Thankfully, my sister is the best sister on the planet and sent some her monthly email today with pictures of the 4-month old Little C.

And I smiled. I smiled every time I looked at each picture. She’s so damn cute. Her smile melts me. But since I won’t show you that here, you can see these things:

That is our lovely Little C in her christening gown.

That gown was also my sister’s christening gown…

And it was my christening gown. Which means it’s way over 30 years old. And it still looks gorgeous, and obviously Little C look even more beautiful than it would be on its own. Of course, right? (side note: NO CLUE how my mom managed to preserve it so amazingly well!! But she did an amazing, fantastic job with it!)

And do you remember this?

Yes? No? It’s one of the little toys I bought for Little C before my trip earlier this month…

Well, this picture is from the email sent today…

Obviously this Aunt knows how to buy an awesome toy… because nearly three weeks later, there is our little buddy the elephant, hanging out with Little C. And yes, Little C is wearing an adorable Red Sox onesie, since she’s such a big baseball fan! (Reminder: we totally support Little C endorsing the Red Sox. That is all.)

*sigh* she’s so cute, My Little C… I’m so glad that I get these little glimpses of her that make me smile.

I’d much rather see her every day, but since I can’t I’ll appreciate what I can see of her.

Now excuse me while I go stare at these pics and melt myself a little more.

Things…

• I want to know something about Pittsburgh… Because I REALLY do not get it… Sidewalks… why do people refuse to use them?

When faced with a perfectly good, non-decaying sidewalk (yes, it may have a slab or two that are off-kilter, but it’s still passable) I want to know why people in the ‘Burgh refuse to use them. I don’t mean a random narrow side street. This is either a decent width one-way street or a two-way street with parking on each side of the street.

And I’m not talking about folks on bikes or roller blades etc. I used to ride my bike to work, so I understand all those rules & regulations.

What I’m talking about is regular people walking down the middle of a street. Just strolling down the middle – or, oh-so-slightly to the left or right of a street. So that it’s nearly impossible for you to drive past without running them over. I’ve seen it all over Bloomfield/Friendship/Shadyside/Point Breeze/ East Liberty etc. Even other sections of town.

I’ve seen all kinds of people – professionals, athletic types, kids, older adults, someone who looks down on their luck etc. – ALL kinds. And there is no way these people are heading to a vehicle. Why would you, when there is a perfectly good, usable sidewalk just a few feet away!

I slow down to a near stop when I find these people in the street so that they can move out of my way… Really they’d probably hurt the midgie more than my car would hurt them.

But I still don’t UNDERSTAND why you’d just walk down a street instead of a sidewalk. Can anyone help me here?

• I bought a new iron today. Why am I telling you about it? Well, my old iron was the one that The Nana bought for me when I left for college many, many years ago.

Yes, it’s old. And yes, I was still using it. No wonder I was confused when things weren’t perfectly crisp and free of wrinkles when I ironed them lately… And yes, I didn’t really realize this until last weekend when I ironed something at Lili’s house. I was shocked at how great my stuff looked! Really, I don’t think it became an issue until I started sewing so much and HAD to iron nearly every day…

So after seeing my shock upon using Lili’s iron, The Nana gave me an early Christmas present and told me to go buy a new iron today when a sale started at Kohl’s. So now, I’m the owner of this:

I haven’t used it yet… but I’m sure it’s 30 kagillion times better than the hunk o’junk I’ve been using. I’ll let you know…

• I spent most of this evening scouring the interwebz trying to find contact info for a huge list of breweries that I want to invite to Brewfest this year. I managed to find contact info/fill out contact forms etc. for 51 of them. That brings my total number of breweries contacted in some way to a minimum of 110. Probably more, but that’s a rough count and I don’t want to count anymore.

By the way, if you read this, and you are NOT a rugby player, you ARE planning to attend Brewfest, right? (The correct answer here is YES.)

• All of my time – free time, that is – is now devoted to Brewfest it seems. Timing is about right. So much for a social life, sewing or anything else I want to do for myself. It’s all good because this year’s event WILL be better than last year. More info on that as details become available.

• If you were wondering, I miss My Little C terribly. I think I need to work on getting Skype set up for Lili and I this weekend so that Little C and I can giggle at one another through the interwebz. That, my friends? Will be so much fun. Really.

Gifts.

It took me a while to decide what I wanted to get My Little C for her baptism. I mean, the gift wouldn’t just be from her Aunt. It’s now from her Godmother too. (Yes, take a moment and let that sink in. I’m Little C’s Godmother. I haven’t hyperventilated. Yet.)

Baptism gifts seem for the most part to be crosses, rosaries, and other religious gifts. But while I wanted something a little bit on the spiritual side, I wanted something that would somehow show her that I was here for her & loved her from so far away, especially when she’s older. And I think I found the perfect gifts. Three Willow Tree figures:

Angel of Caring "Always there, listening with a willing ear and an open heart."

Thinking of You "Keeping you close in my thoughts."

With Love "You are loved."

Yep, I think these were the perfect choices.

Arrived.

I’ve arrived back home to the ‘Burgh.

And I’m incredibly sad. Tearing up many times at leaving My Little C…

I’ll have a post with whatever pics I can manage to post here soon – a day or two.

For now:

• There’s a great deal of fantastic contained in a 4 month old giving you a toothless grin every single time you smile at her and say hi when someone else is holding her. Every. Single. Time. It’s amazing. Thankfully, My Little C gave me enough smiles to maybe last me till Thanksgiving. Maybe.

• And the giggles and screeches that said 4 month old will let out when you play and tickle and talk? It’s better than anything else in the world.

• And when that 4 month old grabs your shirt in one hand, and your hair in the other, and giggles, screeches and presses her face to your cheek and kinda crawls up your side while holding her? It’s hysterical.

• And It’s really hard to let her go and say goodbye. Really hard. Really.

I think she likes me… No, loves me, My Little C. And you know what? I love her even more than I could tell you.

Thank you, Lili and NE for this past weekend. I am incredibly blessed to be a big part of her life. It makes me even happier than I am sad right now. She’s freaking fantastic.

Cut.

I had the brilliant idea yesterday to get my hair cut while running errands before my trip. Great idea, right? Absolutely, except that I went to Supercuts and apparently the chick didn’t listen. The haircut that was supposed to “brush my shoulders?” Yeah, it won’t even come close for another few weeks.

*tear*

Whatever. I don’t really care. I’m at the airport right now. Waiting to board my flight. 5 hours till Lili and Little C meet me at the airport.

I’m taking presents. Presents other than the special ones for her baptism. I saw them at Marshalls when I was buying this:

Sorry, Lili, but I couldn’t resist. Actually I could have, but I didn’t. Although at some point, I believe you did give me permission to be the fun, spoiling Aunt.

Cute, huh? They’re in my bag, ready to be handed over the second I see her. Because why wait, right?

24 hours

So approximately 24 hours till I get to see My Little C and family. Yay!!

Last night, I had a major dress malfunction. Again. Yes. Dunno how I can fix it, but I’m hoping my mom can help, but I’m taking alternatives with me. Ugh. Pain in my butt.

I had to do laundry so that I could take said alternatives, and while it was drying, I went to rugby practice & then I came home and finished the hat. Finally. I do believe @UncleCrappy is on his way right now to pick it up, as he & MrsCrappy are headed to Columbus later today.

It turned out better than I expected. I showed it to a co-worker this morning and she predicted that other tailgaters will be asking UncleCrappy where they can get their own. Hah! Good luck.

That’s all for now. My brain is so overwhelmed with things I have to get done that I can’t even remember what else I wanted to write about… Ugh.

Smile.

Every once in a while, I get an email with Snapfish or Kodak Gallery album link from Lili or The Nana… And they’re awesome, believe me.

But what really rocks is that I can get Facebook pics from most people who see My Little C. There are days that I go to Facebook and hope, hope, hope that Lili or NE or another friend has uploaded just one picture of My Little C…

If there are no new pics, I watch my birthday video from over a month ago, over & over.

But then there are days like today. Four days from when I will see my cutie pie. And I’m surprised with two new pictures. One alone – looking like such a big girl! With such an adorable toothless smile! And one with mom on the beach, Little C staring at the surf, wondering what the heck is going on. These little surprises are so awesome that they make a series of bad days go away, or a single bad day, or a week. And they make me want Saturday to get here even faster than I can manage to get ready for it.

I really cannot wait until sometime after noon on Saturday when I get off the plane and know I’ll see my sister and My Little C within minutes. I might knock over people running (yes, running) through the airport…

As I’ve said before, every PRFC Club issue & event that is stressing me out lately & is bothering me now or is coming up soon will be made better when I have My Little C in my arms and can breath in and out. Everything with my stuff will be okay.

I will come home with a renewed energy to do everything and anything involving rugby. How do I know this? Because the harder I work, the sooner Thanksgiving will come around and I can see My Little C again. And that is all I work for right now.

And for those people who share the Little C pics with me when they visit, don’t you worry. I’ll have as many as I can take in 2 1/2 days!!

Four days and counting. And for those of you who don’t get it? I become My Little C’s Godmother in five days. That’s a darn big deal, yo.

Six and stuff…

This post contains eleventy thousand links & pics to distract someone but the first point is this number here:

Six days until I will breath in and out, and all will be right in the world. In. Out. All is right….

My Little C. And her christening. So happy to see her & my family!!!

I can’t wait. And I will be a much happier and calm person after that one, single breath.

In the meantime, I’ve been keeping myself busy:

• Special projects for Lili.
• Fixing the dress I plan to wear next weekend, the one from the wedding.
• La la la … keep paying attention….
• Today was a Saturday, A RUGBY DAY… I wasn’t playing, and the boys were in Cleveland, so I went to see my Pitt kids play and run touch.
• I also made a point to go to see PghRugbyRef’s boys, D and Q. They are super. Absolutely, good little guys. I love them!
• Later, I attended a fun party hosted by the spectacular duo from @StromHuelsman. At said party, I finally got to have a real conversation (several, actually) with @CarmanAvenue – every time we’ve been in the same place it’s too busy, too crowded with friends or too loud for us to have talked before. I’m glad I had the chance finally!
• I also had a chance to finally meet @geekstar (who I don’t think realizes yet that we went to the same high school. What? I wasn’t about to break that out during our other wine and beer convos about the South Side. Duh.)

Anyway, after viewing many rounds of BeerPong and FlipCup, neither of which I will participate in, I chose to return home…

And then, some photos of me surfaced from the Pizza Off surfaced tonight…Why I choose to post these? I have no clear idea, except they aren’t too bad. Thanks, @robjdlc! You find me in the strangest or closest situations ever. And I’m okay with it!

So, back to the story… I returned home to finally almost finish this:

So it still needs finished up, but still….. how freaking amazing is it? I don’t care how not perfect it is… if it was perfect? A machine would have made it. Instead, I made it. I’m pretty sure UncleCrappy, MrsCrappy and every one of their tailgate friends at OSU games won’t care. Ergo, nor do I.

It will be done ASAP, UncleCrappy. I promise.  Before I go to see Little C.