Little Timmy

Three years ago, I was a bridesmaid in the wedding of my oldest friend (oldest, of course, meaning number of years we've known each other). It was a fairytale Christmas wedding, and you could tell by the bride and groom's complete adoration for each other that good things were coming.



When I found out my friend was preggers about five months back, I was elated. This isn't just ANY friend's baby. I've known the girl since I was three; through drool, underwear clogged toilets, girl guides, puberty (she had to teach me everything), bad hair cuts, braces, first kisses, first boyfriends, first jobs at a fastfood joint, driver's ed, sleet, snow, family illness, college, weddings (we're still wondering if she'll ever get to be a part of mine)...you catch my drift. I'm a virtual aunt here, people. Then, a week ago, she sent me these. I cried. Thank you GE technology for melting my heart. I can't WAIT until April.

Little Timmy prepares for a Canadian winter.

Little Timmy laughs at his Dad's jokes (poor kid doesn't realize they're not funny, yet. Or maybe he's just laughing AT you, J.Z. Just kidding!)

Little Timmy ponders the Pythagorean Theorem.

With these break-dancing moves, Little Timmy hints that he's already a Kevin Federline fan. "Play more PopoZao, Mommy!"