Number 7 in the Vang-Yang household.
OMMMMMMGGGGG!!!!
On the plus side...she's ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS!!! She's a tiny size 00000 (i didnt know there could be five size 0 sizes!!) and only cried when I rubbed her tummy. (sorry).
You must be thinking...7? 7 children? wtf? I know. But the only thing you can really do is love each and every one of them.
Now, when I had heard of her name, honestly I wasnt very happy. Why you may ask? Because Amy and I, for the past month have fought valiantly over what to name her (i promise her parents didnt mind).
Amy wanted Violet and I wanted to name her Charlotte.
However, at the last minute my other cousins from half way across the country snuck in and called her "Isabella". Now Isabella is a cute name... but... there's already another girl here in the family circle called "Isabelle". WTF?
I guess I was more annoyed at the fact that I've physically spent the past 8 years, babysitting, watching countless spongebob episodes, hours playing at the park, hours shopping, hours making cup cakes and soooo much more with these kids where my cousins from up north struggle to find the time to visit when a new baby arrives. Now they've already named 5 out of the 7 kids (i got to name Dylan) and now they have the 7th. I know it shouldnt be a competition but i cant help but feel a little ripped off. It's like the feeling of dissappointment and hostility when you've come home after a long day and you saved something really good for last the night before only to find that someone had already eaten it.
Showering the kids with made in china toys when they have a ba-zillion each year from you at christmas and their birthdays doesnt equate to love. Sure I want them to have toys and what not, but I've watched them grow, listened to their stories about school or about the kid who didnt invite them to their birthday party and taught them how to do things as opposed to simply inundating them with toys and just jumping in at convenient times to remind everyone that yes I do exist and im "family".
I LOVE ALL MY BABIES (aka. baby cousins).
I cant wait to see what Isabella will be like when shes a little older.
As annoying as they can be.
I'd really miss not waking up to a weekend with the kids and their massive smiles at my bedside eagerly awaiting what I've got planned for the day.
