Friday, March 30, 2007

Open Letter to the Buurstra's

If you haven't checked out Buurstra + Buurstra, or you don't know who the Buurstra's are, reading thier blog first would help this make more sense. I originally wrote this as a comment to one of Julie's posts about becoming a first time mom and I'm too lazy to write something new for you folks (can you feel the love?), so here it is:

Jules,

That nervousness you feel now is nothing compared to the gut-wrenching realization you come to when your family leaves from helping you get back on your feet and it is just you, the mop top boy who knocked you up, and little peanut sitting in a house that suddenly feels so big because you feel so small and unworthy to be holding such perfection in yours hands.

You are responsible for this life.

YOU, whose Cheer’s escapades will go unmentioned here. YOU, whose husband’s love of Johnny Cash karaoke, is only superseded by his adoration of you. YOU, who throws parties that the cops show up to, have been given the responsibility to raise a child.

Oh sure, it's all roses when you have a nursing staff at the push of a button or Grandma is there to make dinner and change diapers. Their time to go will come and then it's up to you.

I know I know, “This isn’t making me feel much better, thanks Jeff”. The good news is that the feeling doesn’t last very long, even shorter when you realize that God gave this responsibility and he wouldn’t have given it to you if you couldn’t handle it.

You can handle it and will do so masterfully.

Hey, if I can be a stay at home dad you have nothing to worry about. We’re talking about a guy who was looking into boarding schools for infants…when I realized they had such things and they are called orphanages I knew I would have to suck it up and figure this thing out as I go.

Not that it has matured me any. I have been known to place Gabe behind his steering wheel contraption so he can “drive the boat” as I play Rapala Fishing on the ol’ PlayStation2. So go easy on Pete if he doesn’t cut his hair and start wearing suits, because having a baby doesn’t change who you are (i.e. Kurt…2 sons later and the only change is he drinks Labatt instead of Red Dog…and still gets carded), but it does make you watch what you say…I’m looking at you Kara Telman…potty mouth.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

I thought you were being all sweet and then you had to slam Kurt didn't you? Poor Kurt.

Julie said...

Oh Jeffy, you big softie. THANK YOU for thinking of me in my time of need. Your words of wisdom and encouragement are DEFINITELY appreciated right now. It is quite a scary time but you are SO RIGHT...if you can do it, ANYONE-and I mean ANYONE (i.e. Britney and K-Fed)can do it. :)

Now, onto other very important stuff...when are the Black's coming back for a visit?? I thought I heard April a while back and that is in a few days...be sure to give us some notice so we can get a babysitter! Ha, just kidding, thats a good one. No one will ever be good enough to watch our baby...no one. Especially Kara Telman-did you hear what she did to our cats??? (Just kidding Kara, I just wanted to bring that up yet again, and then bash someone on Jeff's blog...you know I love ya! And I dont know anything too incriminating yet about Kurt otherwise he would have been my target.)

Anyways, hope you, and Sarah, and baby Gabe are doing well! We look forward to meeting him!!

L-Town Rollers said...

Yeah, well the Black's were shooting for April back when it looked like I would be employed by now. It looks like it's going to be this summer. Which is actually fine with me. Not that I don't want to be there ASAP, but it's been in the upper 70's/ low 80's here and I'd rather get out of Kansas when it's 95. Plus it would give us a chance to spend some time at Maranatha.

You haven't quite learned the fine art of bashing so please leave it to me. For example, you may have heard that K-Fed and Britney are splitsville and Brit has gone coo-coo kachoo...so no, they couldn't do it. However had you said Bennifer that would've been funnier since Ben Aflac is kind of goofy and imature...plus the resemblance is uncanny.

Ya know, except for the dark hair, and just about everything else.

And you don't need anything incriminating on Kurt, the stuff writes itself. Like his third nipple that always seems to follow you when walking by like the eyes of the "Uncle Sam" poster. See, it's just that easy. :-)

Julie said...

I know, I know...I went upstairs after writing my comment and said that no matter how hard I try I will just never be as witty as Jeff. And his response...well, when you have all day to sit around and think about what to write it is probably a bit easier. So I will leave the bashing to you...although we did think of something for Kurt...why would you feed CHILI to a 7 month old adorable Natalie??? Because Kurt doesnt have to change the diapers- thats why!!

Summer will be great, I'm looking forward to having most of it off. We'll be surviving on mac n' cheese and 25 cent burritos but I'll be off...yippee! We will definitely have to have a reunion party at our house minus the cops this time. We'll have a baby anyways so everyone will have to use their inside voices.

Well, my nesting instinct is in full force so I better get back to cleaning something. This baby better hurry up and arrive, I'm not used to being this motivated.

L-Town Rollers said...

The funny part is in just a week or so you'll know exactly how much (or little) time I actually have. :-)

Anonymous said...

First of all, Natalie liked the chili and her mother, although a little drunk, was present. I am almost scared to think of what is going on in that home with Ryan in Atlanta. Just one blog or comment without a slam would be welcomed. My day at Sea World is ruined... :)

Julie said...

Kurt- Quit crying and go back to Disney World and get in line for the Tea Cup ride, you're over the height restriction, arent you??

Wow...was that too harsh? Nah, it's the ornery pregnant woman talking...take it like a man. I'll be all nice and sweet again once I birth this medicine ball I have attached to me!!

Anonymous said...

Nice slam but stick to generics. I am in California (Disney Land) not Florida (Disney World). And we aren't attending Disney this year after the unspeakable incident on the tea cups last year. That poor kid in front of us will be scarred for life. Also, there are not height restrictions on the tea cups however I will neither confirm nor deny the rumor that I was challenged by a waitress this evening in Malibu as to whether or not I am Kurt and Cody's Father or Brother.

Anonymous said...

Okay, didn't realize that I needed to be dragged into this little love hate fest. But since y'all did, here it goes..
1. I have cleaned up my mouth. And I can't believe I was called out on that by Jeff, who can cuss me under the table and has taught me new words/phrases I didn't even know! And yes, I do hope your mother reads this.
2. I hate cats. I think they are evil and spawn of the devil (although the Buurstra ones can be entertaining at times). On the other hand, I love babies and would make sure no harm came to one in my care. Let's see if you are so picky in a couple months when you want to go out to a meal that doesn't involve one of you standing up holding the baby and talking in that annoying high pitched parent voice (you say you won't do it, but you will) while the other one wolfs down their food as fast as they can so they can trade places. And during this meal you'll want to talk about things other than poopie diapers, boobs (the nursing kind, not the ones you had before you got pregnant) and sleeping. It's called adult conversation and I miss it, and don't seem to find a lot of it on this site! Now on to Kurt...
3. Do you really want to start a war with me? Not only do I have present dirt on you, I'm pretty sure Ryan can supply me with plenty from the 24 years before I met you. I will admit that I came into the whole chili thing a couple spoons into it and did laugh, I deny any alcohol. And even with out the chili incident, I seem to remember one of your boys throwing up in bed after going to festival down town and his father letting him eat icecream, and elephant ear, fries, stuff off the ground, etc... so bring it on little man, I can take you!
Having said all that, I miss you Blacks. Say hi to Sarah for me and give Gabe a kiss from Natalie. She gives nice sloppy, open-mouthed, wet ones. She's going to be real popular!

The Telmans said...

Two postings in one day! Just thought I'd let you know I started a blog for us, ryanandkarat.blogspot.com
so I can rip on you guys too!