HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY CHRISTIAN COREY!

The day you were born changed my life. A year and a half later when B got here it really turned my frown right side up!

I had grown up side by side with Joe, but really never understood what it was like to have a baby brother because he and I were close in age. I also never thought in a million years that I would love someone SO MUCH, that my only concern was to make sure they were happy and safe. That's what happened with you and B!

I have so many memories of you and me. I remember the day mom told us she was pregnant. I thought, "YES finally a sister!" I went out and bought these adorable Baby Boop earrings and necklace and awaited your arrival with anticipation. Then that ended the day we were told you were a boy. I was SO IMMENSELY upset!

I talked mom's ear off in the car about how I wanted a sister, about how I would not hold you until I was ready because I felt duped! The ONLY thing I wanted in on was your name. Mom wanted all "saints" names for her boys. Who was I the devil? Well, wait a minute, don't answer that. LOL. I was more than INSISTENT that we call you "Corey." Mom thought it was cute but said, "not for a first name." She settled on Christian Corey. After my favorite "crush." I was happy she gave it to you at all. I never thought I'd sell her on it! Then when B came, since the first 2 (me and Joe) didn't have middle names, she gave B "Corey" too! I loved it! But "B" turned into "B" because you couldn't say the word "baby" and you TO ME will always be "MY Corey."

The day you were born, I was even more upset because Joe and I were starving and mom was going to order pizza. She sat down on bed to do so when her water broke. I thought, "this kid is already affecting my life, damn!"

You were born. 9 pds, 12 oz, 21 inches long. WOWZER!

I felt BAD for mom for having carried you the whole time. Then in one swift push, you were here, MOM was a trooper (she didn't even cry, except for a little alligator tear). I walked in and the doctor through a pass to mom (it was you). OK, so maybe THAT didn't happen, but it should have. When I walked in, I felt like I had arrived on the set of SVU shooting on location at a football field! There was blood on the floor, on your face and your head was shaped like a football! ;-) I said, "yeah, cool," or something to that affect and went about my biz.

Mom brought you home and still I did nothing. I paid you no mind. Then the dreaded day came where she decided to shower during one of your many naps. "Mar, I'm going to take a shower, the baby is asleep in the middle of my bed, watch him. I'll be out in 5 mins." "Oh HELL NO," I thought. GREAT! Not one second after she was in the bathroom, did you start to cry. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. "Mom, the baby is crying." She yells back, "well pick him up." And so I did and I never put you down again!

I would sleep next to you when you napped. I would smell like your sweat after holding you for hours on end. I would rock you to sleep in the rocking chair. I had many a damaged shirt because you spit up on me and formula stained! LOL. The many times I was upset and would hear a faint tap on my door, only to open it up in a rant and find you on the other side. I even opened so fast one day that the moment I did, you fell in because you were barely learning to walk and were leaning up against it.

The memories of you throwing everything you saw that you wanted into the basket at the market, while B was openly jacking every gum brand he could ;-) The day you crawled upstairs and were shaking the bars on the mini terrace and sticking your head through and me and mom talking to you while one of use went upstairs to get you. The fact that you crawled up the stairs and back down the stairs LITERALLY backwards!

CALL 911! CALL 911! CALL 911!

Oh remember the day you burned yourself with coffee because "someone" put his HOT coffee mug in the middle of the table and you being nosey, pulled the tablecloth to find out what it was, only to have a nice surprise when the whole cup spilled onto your chest? Mom grabbed you, clothed and all and jumped into the shower. You looked like Gizmo getting wet...your chest bubbled so bad! You were a TROOPER. I barely remember you crying. I think you freaked because we FREAKED! Amazingly enough, no scar. Only a small shadow would appear each time you got fever and the one time you ate scrambled eggs! HAHA

Let's not also forget the time, YET AGAIN, you walked into my bathroom and got into my stuff under my sink in my bathroom. When you walked into my room afterward, you were making this face and sticking out your tongue. I picked you up and smelled something funky on your breath. You pointed. I walked into the bathroom to find the peroxide on the floor, opened. YOU DRANK IT! WHAT! Okay, stay calm. Tell "someone" and get some milk stat! See mom was at work so she had no clue. But of course, this was after the whole "coffee incident" and we KNEW we had to tell her YET AGAIN because how could we not. I grabbed the milk, made you drink it and instantly you threw it up. THANK GOD! Poison Control said if we hadn't, it could have been bad!

THIS IS WHY IF I NEVER HAVE MY OWN CHILDREN, I WILL BE OKAY WITH IT. YOU AND B HAVE GIVEN ME THE MEMORIES ANY CHILD OF MY OWN WOULD GIVE ME AND YOU TRULY HAVE FILLED THAT MATERNAL PART OF ME. AS WILL YOUR CHILDREN THE SAME WAY CHA-CHAN AND THE GIRLS HAVE!

I REMEMBER the day you got your first hair cut and mom took you. When you got home, I walked into the kitchen saw you and placed you up on the counter. I said, "what happened Papa?" You were crying, put your hand on your head and said, "Momma hair." I cried too!

The day you drank from a straw for the first time and the first time you ate a McDonald's fry. GOOD TIMES!

The fact that no matter how my day went at school, you were always there in the car when mom picked me up from school, singing "Hey, ho, hey ho, Hip Hop Hooray!" Also when I asked you who my boyfriend was, you would say, "Eddie Vedder."

We could not find you a "dress" which was the uniform for ALL baptised babies. Since you were NOT normal baby size and looked like a linebacker already (see it was destiny), we instead opted to put you in a mini tux (white) and you were the man of the hour. Everybody loved you and you had a blast opening all your gifts before you knocked out.

I also remember the day I brought home the costumes I bought for you and B with my own paycheck. I went to the Sesame Street store in the Glendale Galleria and bought you Cookie Monster and B Elmo! TOO CUTE!


The many, many, did I say MANY times you would NOT go to sleep until you had your milk/cookies, brushed your teeth and then would decide to look for "Dobe." When you could not find him, we would search and search until we did. A few times, you would cry because his arm was torn, or his stomach opened up, and there I'd go stitching him up to make him as good as new before you headed off to sleep. You and Dobe and B and his "blankie."


I also remember your first day of pre-school. You were wearing your little outfit with your denim jacket (which is STILL in my closet). You were SO excited. You didn't cry once. I thought you would. You were always the more sensitive of the two of you. B wound up being the one who cried.

I also remember telling you we were going to see "Nana." God how she loved you and B!

Oh and let's NOT forget, "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family, with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you, won't you say you love me too!" BARNEY & FRIENDS. No matter what we were doing, one of us (either mom or I) had to stop, and go sit down with you and sing. Then we had to dry your tears and explain that Barney would be back again. lol. You and B were such a trip!

Oh my Corey, my Papa, my best friend, there are SO many things I could go on and on about but then I'd wind up in more tears, more laughter, and this old body can't take it. LOL

I just want to say that I am as proud as anybody can be of YOU and all you've become. I am even prouder to say that I am your sister. You have never disappointed me, have always been by my side, and have always made me smile. I will forever be indebted to you and B for changing my life. I LOVE YOU and I wish you the very best of your 19 years. I will always be here for you til' the day I die. All you have to do is ask. You and B are the "true" loves of my life!


HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY CHRISTIAN COREY!

p.s. I HOPE that you aren't embarrassed by this blog. I only wanted to share with you the many memories I have. Though this doesn't cover nearly half of them, it does cover some of the BEST!