Tami: A lovely mommy.
Allison: Fawning coworker.
Shirley: The brand new love of our lives.
It’s a whole new world out there… allisonispregnant.tumblr.com
And now we present the main event. Go here now!
Her first bronx cheer from godfather Devin, in honor of our world series champions.
Sleeping Beauty.
“A dream is a wiiiish your heart makes, when you’re fast asleep.”
Somehow it’s impossible not to think of that song when I look at this picture. Don’t you feel like you’re just looking directly into that wish?
“Life could be a dream, sweetheart.”
It must be one when she’s in the room.
I dream of Shirley.
If anyone ever accuses me of being heartless, I’m afraid they’ll have to talk to Shirley. She stole it right out from under me.
Awww, who wouldn’t be happy to be in the company of people as wonderful as Tami and Harry and Devin.
Take a bow, Shirley. Oh, you already did?
I swear, now that we know she’s a girl, I can’t wait to buy her something so over-the-top non-gender-neutral. I cannot get over how adorable she looks in this oversized bow.
Devin’s face is classic Jersey. It’s sign language, actually, so let me translate. “I’m from Jersey. And when I say she’s my goddaughter, I mean she’s my goddaughter. You see this chain around my neck? I’m serious.”
We believe you. I wouldn’t… fuss… with that. And it looks like Shirley isn’t fussing either! She looks like such a sweet, happy baby, with a beautiful lovely little face and beautiful lovely people who love her. Although, even beautiful people aren’t afraid to fight dirty to defend the people they love. Just saying. I’ve seen the meadowlands this time of year, Well, from the train. It looks cold.
Less than a day old, and she’s already the subject of grainy paparazzi photographs, sent to me by Tami’s Marvelous Official BFF and Godfather Devin, photographed by that Loveliest of Aunts, Danielle. (I’m guessing — correct me if that’s wrong!)
I heard Danielle and Devin shared $10,000 for the first family picture of Shirley, Tami, and Harry. But you’ll see it here before it makes the Enquirer. The magic of the internet.
You’ve come a long way baby!
She’s so gorgeous, she deserved nothing less than a four-month buildup to her arrival. Now I feel a bit guilty for not starting the Tami blog earlier, but hopefully by the time she’s old enough to realize it, she will have forgiven the slight. (I may have to grovel and present a penance in the form of stuffed animals. Or dresses. Or whatever the new-fant set is into — you know, that valuable market between newborns and infancy whose disposable income all of the companies are trying to attract. Once they have some extra time in their extremely busy schedule full of eating, sleeping, spitting up, and pooping.)
You know, I have to make a confession. At the shower, I took a private audience with Devin. He was a little occupied trying to get Tami’s nutty cats to sit calmly on his lap, which made me even more nervous about this crucial discussion. I stumbled a little bit before getting to the point.
“May Tami’s first child be a feminine child,” I said. (Thank goodness I brought cue cards.)
And poof, bippity boppity boo, the godfather delivered. (Thanks Devin!!)
Thank Devin for little girls, but please, if you care about them, keep them away from Maurice Chevalier.
Tami isn’t pregnant!! We now have even tinier and even cuter — surely!
Tami may be taking it over from here, since she’s gonna be the one taking the photos! As well as perhaps Danielle! And Devin! And Grandma Debbie! And anyone with a camera and access to our new little superstar.
