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Lucas is finally 2 months old. He's developing his facial features of what he's going to look like and does he have a little attitude..Looks like he's gonna be the new bully around the black top.. Watch out, infants! 

 WhAtChYu WaNt bEtcH?

Meet the SF Giants number one Fan

Welcome Lucas!

Another chapter in my family's life has been turned for the best. My nephew is finally here and is adorable as ever! He is perfect. 10 little toes, 10 little fingers, 2 sparkling eyes, a button nose, and a wee-wee! He was born on July 10, 2011 at 7:14AM weighing 6 lbs 10 oz and is 19 inches long. This little guy couldn't have come any sooner.  When I look at my nephew, I know that his future will be filled with love, laughter, and dreams. He will grow up to be the perfect son any parent would die to have. The love that this child brings will be well earned and will warm every persons heart that will come along in his life. This little baby doesn't even know how much he is loved by so many. He is an incredible miracle, a blessing, an angel. He is my handsome nephew and I couldn't ask for a more perfect one than this little dude.

Emily and Stevie's Timeline
9 1/2 years ago, Stevie asked Emily out at the Giants game.
3 years ago, Stevie asked Emily to marry him at the Giants game
2 years ago, Stevie had his groomsmen cake of the Giants scoreboard
1 year ago, Emily and Stevie got pregnant around the time the Giants won the World Series
July 9, 2011, Emily and Stevie were at the Giants vs. Mets game when Emily had to leave because it was Lucas' time to finally meet the world!

 

.....Yes, what a crazy concept that their relationship has surprisingly revolved around the San Francisco Giants and soon Lucas will become their number one fan.

"Blue Steel"

Beautiful Hero

From dictionary.com the word, hero, is defined:
"A man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities."

My hero is my sister, Nicole. I know it may sound a little too cliché  and doesn't have much originality because almost every sane person is inspired by a family member, but Nicole has always been a person I've looked up to. My mom, you can say, is old fashioned when it comes to raising kids. She never talked to me about things like the birds and the bee's, puberty, or THAT time of the month. No, she never did, but never did I want to hear it from her either. When I first got my period, I went to my sister. When I first started having feelings for a boy, I went to my sister. And when I became interested in the pampering's [makeup, nails, hair, tanning], I went to my sister.

Every little girl needs an older sister, especially, if you've come from a broken home. When I was in 6th grade, my parents got a divorce and since then they haven't spoken to one another. I was too young to understand what was going on and no one would tell me that the parental fighting went from mild to severe. I didn't know this because my sister [and mom] would protect me from it and take in all the crap that had fluctuated. She saw everything. She saw the fighting, the cursing, and the leavings. She even got parts of the verbal abuse (from my dad) when she was growing up. A lot of the hurtful words had really soaked into her head and has bothered her ever since. But, my sister had strength and durability; she delegated herself to listen to my mother when she needed an ear, she secured everyone with warm-heartened arms, and was tough enough to take my father's full verbal force.

My sister was the backbone of the family at this time. A senior in high school and, in my eyes, became woman.

She grew up, fast. Faster than her friends, faster than most kids her age, and faster than the normalcy of an 18 year old.

Me, I'm 20, and I'm still the kid people knew from 8th grade. I haven't changed. But that's because of my sister. Because of her, I still have my innocence, my immaturity, and a normal childhood.

I look up to her so much and I hope she reads this because I never tell her how much she means to me.

Stunning girl, independent, hard worker, caring, respectful, understanding, sociable, intelligent, loving, honest, loyal, humorous, religious, charitable, imaginative, confident, well-mannered, family oriented, stable...

  ...and she is my beautiful hero.

    Me(left), My sister(rightt)
 ♥

My Brothers Little Buckaroo

My sister-in-law is having my brother's son in 4 weeks and I heard this song a couple of months ago. Every time I hear it, I just think of Fee-Fee (my brother). Okay, his name isn't really Fee-Fee, it's actually Stevie, but when I was little, I used to call him that name and now it just stuck to him. So everyone, including his friends, call him Fee-Fee. My bad, bro.

But literally, ANYONE who knew my brother, when he was little, knows that he was the most barbaric little shit in the world. He did it all: unscrewed his crib when he was two, showered his room with baby powder and desitin(diaper rash powder) (no one could go in there for 2 days), jumped out of his window and played in the mud naked with my dog (still 2 years old), ran away from my dad and went to a candy shop 5 minutes away from where he was supposed to be (yup, 2 years old), drove my mom's car into a bush, drove my family friends RV into the Best Western sign, called an African American boy a brownie (only 4), threw a peanut butter sandwich at a boy his age who was deathly allergic to peanuts(first one to get suspended at our school), threw a baseball at our across the street neighbor's house almost twice a year, asked our fat plumber if his mother fed him too much, and was put into a straight jacket because he wouldn't keep calm. Yes, he was the boy who had to be put on a leash every time my parents took him out.

He wasn't a malicious boy, he was just one of those crazy-funny toddlers. If you ever met him today, you would have never known that Stevie was this insane as a kid.
My poor parents..No wonder why I was the easiest child.

Hopefully when little Lucas comes, he will finally have his payback. Crossing my fingers for another inhumane  wild child.

Hi Prince :) I love youuu!

"Bunny"

From when I was little, I've always wanted a rabbit. Cathy, my mom, has always shut me down saying, "HELL NO! They smell, Alexandra. Plus, I'll be the only one who takes care of it without any help." So, when I finally got some freedom going away to college, I decided to buy a rabbit at an SPCA in Chico, Ca. Supposedly, this is the only society prevention center that doesn't euthanize the animals. When i saw the furry little hopping animal, I knew she was mine. Without my mothers parental consent, I bought her. 

SPCA named her Raja Rabbit. 

I thought it was cheesy. 

I needed something childish. 

So, Little Bunny Foo-foo it was.

I had her at my sophomoric apartment for a year and my roommates had a love/hate relationship for Foo-Foo. They loved her because she was cute and didn't do much, but they hated her because she was a "Smelly Mel."[In case you aren't from the Bay, Smelly Mel is a plumbing company around here.] I finally told Cathy I had boughten a rabbit. And oh wait, that next year, when I'm a junior, she'll have to keep it at home for a whole year because the sorority house (yes, I am a sorority girl, don't judge) doesn't allow animals. So not only did my mother put up with a smelly house for a year, but she had to take care of Bunny too. 

Guess, my mom was right.  

Oops.

Hi Bunny!

My canine mammal

This is Winston. He's my main "bitch"

We have different names for this wrinkly fool

 Winky

 Flinking

Winny 

 Walkeeem

 Bercrom

 Bercrombie and Fitch

ISA WALKEEEM!