Sorry for the long absence, Gravy aficionados. I’ve been busy learning the ropes of parenthood and posting photos of Bennett as fast as I can upload them onto my computer, mostly to satisfy The Gravy Baby’s grandparents. My mother, who we used to call affectionately the Dragon Lady, due to the storm brewing beneath her quiet exterior, has been the biggest surprise. She can watch The Gravy Baby sleep via Skype ad naseum, were it not for the fact that my computer literally throws its hands up after about an hour and says, “Seriously, lady? The kid’s just sleeping!” And promptly shuts down.
We were told by the doctor that The Gravy Baby was going to be a whopper of a baby, so I tried almost everything to make him come a few days early. It turns out that baking around 8 dozen chocolate chip cookies and eating a pile of Indian curry did the trick, because I woke up the morning after with the slightest inclination (i.e., contractions) that Gravy Baby was on his way. We still delivered my cookies to their intended destination while en route to the hospital, mainly because I would be missing both a birthday picnic for one friend and going-away party for another.
