Phoebe's Little Boy

We all went over to Phoebe's house last night to visit. I even had my camera with me.

Here he is, 12 days old. Still no name. Cute as a button. Looks just like Phoebe.

The Day I Have Been Waiting For - My One Thousandth Post!!!

Sadly, I do find my 1000th post somewhat thrilling. O-Kay - A Lot Thrilling. Yay, One Thousand posts, people.

I won't even waste this post on a throw-away picture post - No - I'll give you a real, live entry for Mr. One Thousand.

If this were not my One Thousandth Post I would have called it, "How I Spent My New Year's Eve."

I spent a large part of New Year's Eve 2009 in a hospital delivery room. I was somewhat deliriously happy not just over the new life about to enter the world but over the fact that I was NOT the one on the delivery table, for once.

Phoebe, who lived with me for four years and was married last year, went to the hospital in labor on December 30th (while I was in the movie theater with my kids watching, "Avatar.") She was sent home and was readmitted 24 hours later.

By New Year's Eve I was in the delivery room with her helping her push. Yes, I did every action, I felt like was giving birth myself (but no pain, thankfully.) She cried a lot and kept grabbing my head and saying "Mommy-sah, when will it be over????" (I can do a good imitation of her voice but that's irrelevant here.)

After about three hours on the bed, at 7:50PM Phoebe gave birth to a healthy, chubby little boy. Everyone was fine. I stayed for a while in the hospital and then headed home to eat and bathe (I was stinky, giving birth is a stinky business. - OK, assisting.) I caught about 45 minutes of our New Year's Eve service and then went home and went to bed.

Phoebe Got Married

This is the only picture I have of Phoebe getting ready. Her aunt is pinning on her saree. The rest of the photos will come from the photographers eventually.
The wedding was lovely, what I noticed of it at least. I was in charge of getting the flower garlands for the bride and groom for the ceremony. I was in charge of a lot of things. I forgot the garlands, that is, until the groom leaned over right before he was to walk in and said, "Did you get the garlands?" Ahhh. Well, I sent my driver, (yes I have one) and said, I don't care how you do it but I need two wedding garlands pronto (or something along those lines.) I was somewhat distracted during the ceremony waiting for the garlands to arrive, but arrive they did, mere moments before they were due. Whew.

Everything else was great, even the food.

There had been some family disturbances earlier in the groom's family and some other minor things, so I know that I and others were praying for a peaceful wedding day, and it was. It was all that I could have wished it to be, thank the Lord.

However, the prayers must have stopped on Friday because on Saturday afternoon while O. and I were sleeping (read passed out*) in bed the grooms brother-in-law came to our house to inform us that there was a big fight at the groom's sister's house over lunch and all the groom's family had packed their bags and were leaving.

We called everyone to our house and it was just the smallest thing. The groom's other brother-in-law, who lives in our city works with us, does not like Phoebe for some reason and from the time Phoebe came into their house on Saturday he wouldn't enter the house. He had been against the marriage from the beginning, although we don't know why. It's his wife's brother who got married to Phoebe, not even his own flesh and blood... Yes, it makes no sense.

It all got worked out in the end and everyone apologized to everyone else. So alls well that ends well...

*I was so tired Saturday after C.'s birthday party and the wedding on Friday that I was dizzy and felt like throwing up all day from sheer exhaustion. Oh well, now it's Sunday and I'm just fine.

Fibi

Samuel Weds Fibi

Friday, April 24th is C.'s birthday AND Phoebe's* wedding. Phoebe has lived with me for the last four years since her mother died and she's finally marrying her long time love, Samuel, on Friday.

It's been a busy week. It's why I've not been around.

* Phoebe always spells her name "Fibi" in English.