We threw a housewarming BBQ last night and invited some of Jamie’s oldest friends. Of course, we actually finished building the house more than a year and a half ago so a bit of the excitement had worn off. Go figure. Better late than never, right?
Somehow the subject of my blog and Jamie’s comb-over was breached. Dentist Jon quipped he was aghast with my cavity fairy entry; rotting teeth must keep him up at night. I didn’t take it too personally. Y’see, it’s Jon who has ruined the true spirit of Christmas for me. He somehow married a really sweet girl, Leah, and they have been cast every year as Mary and Joseph in the Church’s nativity pageant. Leah makes the perfect Mary; irreverent Jon is not the archetypal Joseph. Poor baby Jesus being born under such conditions. I also always marvel how Leah errr…Mary is pregnant one moment and the next, she just reaches down and gives birth in mere seconds. Immaculate labor? Sign me UP!
My favorite person in the group, though, is 4-year-old Joey. If I could bottle this kid up and sell him, I’d make millions. He is just that lovable and funny. Even though it was my butt he pinched all night, I have great hopes for Hadley snatching him up someday. For this reason, I ensured she looked particularly fetching yesterday.
Some of my favorite Joey moments:
1) As the youngest of several siblings, he’s often stuck at home with his mom while everyone goes out and plays. After a particularly difficult day of being a “Mama’s Boy,” he complained about this to her and wailed, “I don’t got no friends.” This has become my favorite all-time quote.
2) After a fight with his 9-year-old sister, in frustration, she ordered him, “Joseph Hubert Call, go to your room this instant!” (or whatever the heck his middle name is). He broke into tears and weepily said, “Rachellllllllll, don’t call me by my time-out name!” Classic.
3) There is a little vixen in our neighborhood, Sadie, who’s Haddie’s greatest competition in snagging Joey. For a bit of background, three-year-old Sadie once hit on my husband after he watched her in nursery. She then went around for the next few months telling everyone she was going to marry him. Also, when Haddie was a newborn, she came to visit and in her most Chuckie-like voice conspired, “Let’s kill the baby.” Somehow, Sadie knew she would be competition down the line.
That said, Sadie is already making her moves. She and Joey are in a dance class together that his mom teaches. One day, Sadie reached out and grabbed him. Joey looked at her, startled. She then proclaimed to him that he was just so HOT that she had to reach out and see if he was on fire. How’s that for a line? This is what my poor Haddie is up against. Is there any hope?
I'm a Canadian-born mom of two, former Denver Post columnist, family travel writer, editor of MileHighMamas.com and 9News contributor. Expert on all things Utah, Denver, family and travel. Lover of laughter and life. Happily married to a man obsessed with growing The Great Pumpkin. 