Goin’ Bati
I can’t believe Carey’s (and my) friend Shiloh has a child! I have no details other than 3.5 pounds and 15″, nicknamed ‘Bati’ from a long name I can’t remember. Battaleese? I know she’s premature as Mama was on bed rest forever and having placenta difficulties. I just can’t get the image of an 11th grade Shiloh, wrestling for real on the floor of our den with 10 year old Zach, and not giving him a quarter. He didn’t know how to fight a girl, so she whipped him.
She once told me if anything happened to her dear (to us, as well) husband Jeremy, she’d marry Zach to be in the Selby family. I waited for Jeremy to say the same thing about Carey, but he laughed and said, “Heck no, Carey is too high maintenance!”
Oh, Dear Newells, many happy thoughts and prayers. Life as you’ve known it has ended. You will wonder
how you ever lived without her!
October 10th, 2008 at 11:04 am
Beautiful!
Don’t blink.. before you know it… *she’ll* be the one wrestling the boys to the ground!
Take care..Carol.