Friday, December 11, 2009

Gingers Unite

My Aunt Chavie came to see me last week. She's awesome. And I say that not just because she's put up with Mom all these years, but because she has red hair. Just like me.
And when she was born, everyone in the delivery said, "She has red hair" while giving strange looks to her Puerto Rican parents. Just like me.
Well, I don't mean that Mom and Dad became Puerto Rican, I just mean, there was some question of whether the milkman was involved.

So, we had a fantastic time with Aunt Chavie. I went to the airport (twice), we walked (though apparently mom tricked her into walking way farther than she thought we were going), we looked out the living room windows,

made googly faces,

(wait a minute, she made googly face with Tenzing. too?)

visited my dude friend, Sullivan,

and ate really yummy stuff, like beignets,


Mom's friend Tiki, her husband, William, and their daughter, Ryan at Slice

and everything from Sucre.

Oh mama.

Aunt Chavie's favorite part was when Mom woke her up 5 minutes before leaving to take Dad to work. I believe she told her if that I woke up crying, to "Stay calm, give him his pacifier, and try to comfort him." Poor Aunt Chavie wasn't even awake yet.

I was nice to her.

And Mom's favorite part was when she asked Chavie to watch me for a few minutes and Chavie asked her:
AC: What do I do if he starts crying? Just shake him?
M: umm, no, don't shake him... (laughter).
AC: No?
We came to realize that this was a case of verb confusion (shake vs rock/sway), but it was pretty funny.

Now, what you may have realized by this point, is that Mom collects red heads. There's Aunt Sam, Aunt Chavie, Tiki (party bonus: William is a redhead, too), and Sullivan's mom, Heather. I am apparently her trophy ginger, which I don't mind at all. I mean, unless she stuffs me and sticks me over the mantle.
We don't have a mantle, so I should be safe.

What she doesn't realize is that despite her completely unintentional infatuation with gingers, we are planning to take over the world and communicate in code. Like the Navajos.

I am not sure of all the details or our revolution, but there was something or other about Loreal, shades of me, and hair color. Look at all the options.

Gingers of the world, Unite!

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