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Help[Games] Re: Build-A-Family Round 2 (Your Firstborn)
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The Brightman Family
DH: Milo Charles, 26 1/2 (dark brown, black curly)
DW: Fern Veronica, 24 1/2 (violet-blue, brown)
DS: Isaac Charles "Ike," brand new (brown, dark brown)
Ike couldn't help but be an Ike. Before he was born, Fern and I talked about what to call him, and we'd decided he'd be Isaac Charles, and maybe we'd call him Izzy. But when we saw him, it was clear he was an Ike.
He's a cute little kid--has really chubby cheeks and bright brown eyes. He looks a lot like I did when I was born, actually, though his skin's a lighter shade than mine. Ike has this little bit of dark brown hair that looks kind of like a berber rug. Fern didn't appreciate it when I pointed that out.
It was really exciting, getting ready for him. It was also kind of scary, since I'd only quit my day job a little while ago. The Reds have become popular enough that we're starting to get serious about the music, especially Quinn, our flautist and one of my best friends. He's absolutely convinced that we have to get in the top 40 in the near future.
Anyway, Ike's room is all set up. It's a deep purple colour, and we've put up pictures and a mobile and set stuffed animals around the place. I've been practicing my lullabies, so when Fern gets sick of singing "Hey, Big Spender" to him (I don't know why it's always the first song that comes to her mind, but it is), I can break out the clarinet.
Ike and I have only known each other for about six hours, but I think we'll be good together. He cried a lot during that time, but that's all right--it's really bright and cold in Chicago in January, even when you're in the hospital. He's had a long day; he's got the right to squall at us.
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So oftentimes it happens that we live our lives in chains, and we never even know we have the key.
The Brightman Family
DH: Milo Charles, 26 1/2 (dark brown, black curly)
DW: Fern Veronica, 24 1/2 (violet-blue, brown)
DS: Isaac Charles "Ike," brand new (brown, dark brown)
Ike couldn't help but be an Ike. Before he was born, Fern and I talked about what to call him, and we'd decided he'd be Isaac Charles, and maybe we'd call him Izzy. But when we saw him, it was clear he was an Ike.
He's a cute little kid--has really chubby cheeks and bright brown eyes. He looks a lot like I did when I was born, actually, though his skin's a lighter shade than mine. Ike has this little bit of dark brown hair that looks kind of like a berber rug. Fern didn't appreciate it when I pointed that out.
It was really exciting, getting ready for him. It was also kind of scary, since I'd only quit my day job a little while ago. The Reds have become popular enough that we're starting to get serious about the music, especially Quinn, our flautist and one of my best friends. He's absolutely convinced that we have to get in the top 40 in the near future.
Anyway, Ike's room is all set up. It's a deep purple colour, and we've put up pictures and a mobile and set stuffed animals around the place. I've been practicing my lullabies, so when Fern gets sick of singing "Hey, Big Spender" to him (I don't know why it's always the first song that comes to her mind, but it is), I can break out the clarinet.
Ike and I have only known each other for about six hours, but I think we'll be good together. He cried a lot during that time, but that's all right--it's really bright and cold in Chicago in January, even when you're in the hospital. He's had a long day; he's got the right to squall at us.
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So oftentimes it happens that we live our lives in chains, and we never even know we have the key.
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