The Bliss Recap is on hold today due to a Lion

That's right...a Lion.

Okay, not a Lion but THE Lion.

Lion is the long awaited son of my friend Renee's. He is waiting for them in Ethiopia as paperwork finishes up.

Soon, very soon, The Lion will be at home with his parents and his loving sister Bunny.

When we heard that Lion would soon become part of Renee's family, Issa emailed a bunch of us and wanted to throw a baby shower for her. But seeings how we are all so spread apart from one another, a virtual baby shower was more practical.

I have to admit I was a bit relieved that there wasn't any mention of games.

Like the one where we all take toilet paper and pull out how much we think will go around Renee's belly.

I know Renee is fit and thin, but I am not sure what woman likes to tell you how big around her waist is. Plus I am pretty sure that my waist is *ahem* a bit more generous than hers, and I don't want to know by how much.

Then there is that baby diaper game were you guess the baby food in the diaper by sniffing it. Now I am pretty sure that by the time it got from state to state it wouldn't really matter what it started out as, it would be just as toxic if it was a used baby diaper. And I surely don't want to be on the later end of that shipment list.

And of course if I were actually going to a baby shower I couldn't celebrate here in the comfort of my bedroom in my PJ's and stained up sweatshirt. Well, I guess I could but all the baby showers I have been to have been at churches and they might be confused as to why I am there and I might end up walking out of the shower with a clean set of clothes and a bible. (which isn't all bad I guess)

But in all seriousness, Renee, I am so beyond happy for you and your family. I know that Bunny will be super excited when Lion comes home and she can actually play with him opposed to when The Chicken came home and Giggles insisted I needed to get a bigger model-one that wasn't so barfy and loud.

Now while I don't have any boys here in my house, I know from my sister's house of 3 boys that things can get loud and then louder very quickly.

Also, boys are gross. It is amazing that you never have to teach them the Al Bundy style of shoving their hand down the front of their pants, but you will have a really hard time breaking them of it.

They also know about guns, even if you don't want them to. I remember my sister was insistent that they boys were not going to play with guns. One day my nephew was over my house and he realized that the Polly Pocket was the perfect size for a laser gun....and thus the Polly Zapper 2000 was born. I tried to get him to stop but then he realized he had a pointer finger and a thumb to make the same gun....how the heck do you take away their hand without CPS getting involved.

Lastly, cheerios make excellent potty training aides for boys. They never eat all the Cheerios so instead of tossing those stale cheerios in the trash, toss 'em in the toilet and let him have at it with target practice. Because if you don't toss something in there for them to aim & shoot at, chances are good they will take it upon themselves to find your brand new razor refills for your Venus razor something.

So much love to you this day and hopefully the days will pass quickly and the miles will melt apart so that Lion will be at home with you all and not just close to you heart.

xo.