Saturday, July 19, 2008

Showering with Friends

Hello there, Harry-Watchers!

Yes, I know it's been a while since my last report, but lots of things have been going on here in Belly-o-Mom and I've had to adjust my kicking and squirming schedule accordingly.

Father is up to his armpits in films, animation and online English writing courses, but he is managing to stay on top of things with great dedication to the ancient arts of procrastination and last minute panic.

Mother is looking healthy, one might say glowing with an inner maternal light, and I think she is still enjoying carrying me around and making frequent trips to the bathroom. I have to admit that I am feeling a little guilty though, for it has transpired that I have given her something called 'Gestational Diabetes'. This means that she has to test her blood sugar every day, and has stopped eating bread which previously made up 98% of her diet.
Uncle Paul and father have tried to be supportive, but I really don't think they understand what mother is going through.
Still, she's enduring these little pricks for my sake - and the needles aren't much better.


One upside of my solitary confinement is the ability to live vicariously through mother without having to clean up afterwards, and nowhere was this more evident than at something called a 'baby shower', which appeared to be thrown in my honor.


This was a spectacular event, all organised by Auntie Pam, Auntie Pilar and Auntie Jyoti and including many fun games and lots of yummy food (which made it to me eventually).

One of the games was the dirty diaper game, where folks had to guess what I had eaten merely by their sense of smell.

Just wait until I'm out and filling these parcels myself - I don't think father will be quite so willing so stick his schnozz in then!

My parental units then displayed their skills with diaper changing.

I'm a bit worried about father's level of care, but on the flip side I am excited to learn that I have a cool, black brother.


A little later in the day some ice cream cake came sliding down my way. Through my navel periscope I could see that the cake was adorned with my namesake.

I forsee tiny costumes being made for me one day - oh boy, I'm never going to get a girlfriend...

All of the attendees brought gifts (but no gold, frankenstien or myrrh) and father proudly modelled his diaper bag which, he claims, might have room for a diaper after he has put his wallet, phone, keys, water bottle and Nintendo DS in it.



The excitement was too much for me, and I had to resort to kicking mother for the rest of the night just to make sure she was still awake and enjoying herself - I think she appreciated my gesture.

Well, I'm off now. We are getting ready to fly to a place called 'Atlanta' next week. I always thought it was a lost underwater city, but I guess they must have found it and dried it out.

Cheerio for now,

HJB

10 comments:

jediprincess77 said...

Oh, little Harrison. You will get ALL the girlfriends you could possibly imagine! ;D If your cool black brother doesn't take them all for himself, that is...

You certainly have been busy. Can't wait to see what happens next on the Harrison Show!

Hansgirl3 said...

Fantastic!! Sounds like you had a wonderful time, little Harripoo... ;)

(((Hugs))) and squeezes to you and your parental units!

JediMelindaWolf said...

I have to say that both mom & dad are looking snappy and pretty darn good, Harry . . . despite your antics (which I can only imagine are getting more and more intense now . . . oh, I remember those days all too well. LOL). Try not to give your mom too much trouble down the long stretch. She needs all the rest she can get right now.

I must echo [I'm sure you get your fair share of echoes ;-0 ] jp's comment -- you'll get lots of girlfriends in your snappy style of dress. All the cool kids don Star Wars or Indiana Jones duds.

Have fun!!!

:-)

YZF said...

Awesomely amusing entry! I think you're getting more and more entertaining as you approach full term.

Your father is brave with that diaper bag. I've resisted one for several years now...

And best of luck to the mama with the GD! I'm sure you're worth it, even if those pricks aint.

Robin Parker said...

Still, she's enduring these little pricks for my sake -

I'm not even going to tell you what my first thought was after reading this sentence...LOL.

The shower twas a lot of fun.

Thanks for pushing on my finger, Harrison, whilest I was pushing against your foot via your Bell-O-Mom's stomach...LMAO

Lisa Dullard said...

Hey! I've got a cool black brother just like yours! Kewl!!

Thanks for the updates, Harrison... I sure wish I could have been at your shower, but I'm sure we'll meet one fine day. :o)

xoxo to your beautiful mom and your clever dad! I think you'll be pretty happy with them, ya know... ;o)

Julia said...

No *other* girlfriends, I hope you mean...I am, after all, patiently awaiting your arrival, even having resorted to going about socially with no escort! (The 'rents don't count.)

Hoping to see you soon so we can firm up those world domination plans...

Love,

Maddie
Formerly Baby Wood-Hooper

amidalooine said...

Ah yes. Gestational Diabetes. I was blessed with that with the latest padawan. Did she get to you, HJB, put you up to it??

Please tell your landlord that GD didn't stop my #5's birth from the the easiest of the five, and a regular ol' birth out the tunnel o' love after #4's had been an archaeological dig, too. Yes, I had to give up trays of brownies for my meals (wish I were kidding about that one), but #5 was worth it. I guess. And best of all, she bears no residual guilt!

(((hugs))) to all...

---Auntie ami

Lisa S. said...

Still, she's enduring these little pricks for my sake -

I'm not even going to tell you what my first thought was after reading this sentence...LOL.


HA! I was thinking the same thing. Then I thought maybe you were talking about blood tests. But came back around to my original reaction - and I'm sticking to it. :)

Mommy is looking beautiful & Daddy has some mad diapering skilz. Now, Harry, imagine a bullseye on his chest because when he takes off your diaper, you only have a few precious seconds to hit the target. heh heh....

Karen Collins said...

Hey, how come Paul isn't learning how to change nappies?