My first morning adventure was a trek to a hospital not too close to my house. A hospital where two of my cousins have been born--Good Samaritan Hospital. Why would I go to the hospital if nothing is wrong with me, you ask? (Well, physically, that is, because I have tons of weird problems, like my 1D obsession... and ranting while I should be trying to stay on subject... anyways...) The reason for the spontaneous visit was to meet my new baby cousin, Khloe Nicole! I was really excited at this point because it had been 10 years since a girl cousin had been born on my mom's side of the family.
Every time I go to a hospital, my thoughts aren't very... positive. If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I'm very afraid of hospitals (call me crazy, but many scary movies later, this is the aftermath). My mouth, eyes, and ears were covered because as I just mentioned, movies have traumatized me. If there was a gold medal for sprinting to a hospital room, I would have taken it home because I literally moved as fast as I could to my aunt's mother and baby unit room for safety. Once my family entered the room, there was a photographer taking a picture of the newborn. I was like, why would you hire a photographer right after you gave birth....... But of course I was making a dumb assumption (as I do in most cases), and soon realized that the hospital sends a photographer in to take pictures of the baby for keepsake cards. Since when did they start doing that?! I'm sure my parents would have appreciated HD pictures of me a day after I was born. I know I would have, shoot.
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| Welcome to the world, Khloe Nicole! |
After we heard many crying sessions from the little princess, we went on our way to a party. PAAAARTAY, HAAAAAY. It was held at my Auntie Carolyn's friend's house, one of which I've been to before. I really would not have been excited to head to the location if it weren't for being able to see my cousin and some of our family friends.
As they say, the best things in life are free. But what's the best free thing of all? Free food! And parties are great for that. So of course I pigged out and grabbed a whole bunch of food items from the buffet-style table. Once I felt bloated, I sat down with my cousin and her friend Holly to watch the boys do stupid tricks in the swimming pool. Leon and Sidney felt that they were doing a great job, but their tricks were a 0 on a scale of 1 to 10. Sad, isn't it?
Once the boys were done swimming, we went inside and I taught them how to play a card game called spoons. If you don't know how to play, the game goes like this: the dealer deals out one card at a time, while taking out a card of his own as he tries to get four of a kind. Each player does this at a fast pace. Once someone gets four of a kind, they reach in the middle for the object (we used Band-Aids because that's all we had) and the person who doesn't grab one of the objects loses. But what's a card game without a little bit of fun? To make things more interesting, we decided that the loser would have to tell an embarrassing story about themselves. Boy, did I learn a lot about these kids.
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| The magical deck of cards that revealed so much |
I learned that Sidney used to wear his mother's bras
So our little entourage has been meaning to figure out a name for ourselves to make it more "official." 45 minutes and stupid suggestions later, we came up with The MFUSC. It's nothing special, really. I'd say it's kind of dumb, but I'll go with it. Oh, you want to know what it is, reader? Yeah, you're going to have to do a crazy initiation before figuring it out. We might have you eat a bunch of aquatic cobras or something. You never know when it comes to The MFUSC.
The thought process of creating our name
Until Next Time,
Katelyn