1019 - TOW the Three Birthdays
It was the big day! Well, it was for three kids. Ally and Alex were turning one! Hannah was turning two! The parents were feeling old, although they were only 33.
Hannah was so excited that it was her second birthday. She, like the year before, woke Ross and Rachel up early, reminding them it was her birthday. Again, it was their own faults for reminding her the day before.
Hannah: Come on! Come on! It's my birthday!
Ross and Rachel got out of bed and Ross helped Rachel stand. She was six months pregnant and could barely sit up. She looked nine months pregnant, to be honest and she thought she was going to die! She was huge. She just wanted her ankles to stop swelling.
Ross made coffee for himself, herbal tea for Rachel, and a cup of orange juice for Hannah. The birthday girl was so excited she spilled the orange juice all over the table and laughed about it.
Rachel: Terrible two's . . .save us all.
Ross cleaned up the mess and gave Hannah a new cup. The baby smiled at him and went about drinking her juice.
Ross: So, how is my beautiful wife today?
Rachel: She's fat, she's achy, she's tired, and her ankles are swollen like balloons.
Ross: But she's still beautiful.
Rachel smiled and leaned across the table as best as she could. She kissed her wonderful husband and sat back down.
Rachel: Your sons are sitting on my bladder, kicking me in the ribs, and poking me in the stomach.
Ross: Isn't that a good thing?
Rachel: Not when you're the one feeling it. I have to pee again.
Rachel stood up and waddled to the bathroom.
*~*
Monica and Chandler were sitting up for the big birthday party. There were four cakes. Three little ones, one for each birthday kid, and one big one for the adults to eat.
Alex and Ally were toddling around the apartment while everything was being set up. Phoebe and Joey were sitting on the couch with three-month-old Draven. He was sucking down his bottle that Joey was feeding him. Phoebe was decorating cupcakes.
Phoebe: Monica, where are the forks?
Monica: What? We used them all for cake.
Phoebe: For the cupcakes.
Chandler: What? You don't eat cupcakes with a fork!
Phoebe: Well, how the hell do you a cupcake then?
Monica: With your fingers!
Phoebe: Yet another thing mother misinformed me about.
Monica laughed and went back to her work. Joey gasped and Phoebe looked at him.
Joey: Draven finished his bottle already!
Phoebe: He eats like his father.
Joey: That's my boy.
Phoebe: Don't encourage him. (whispers) We don't want him to be like Monica was.
Baby Ally crawled up onto the coffee table and stood there staring at Phoebe and Joey.
Phoebe: Hi cutie!
Ally waved and started dancing around. Phoebe just laughed at her.
Phoebe: Monica! One of your future movie stars is dancing again!
Monica hurried over to the counter and picked up the video camera. Before she could point it in Ally's direction, the baby had stopped dancing.
Monica: Dammit!
Ally giggled and re-joined her twin brother on the floor.
Chandler: I think you should give up Monica. I mean, they're just testing us. They know we're watching and waiting on them to do a cute thing.
Monica: I guess so . . .
Baby Ally and Baby Alex started dancing and Monica quickly got the video camera and filmed her kids being adorable.
Ross and Rachel came through the door with Hannah. She went over to Ally and Alex and started to play with them.
Rachel sat down at the kitchen table and pulled a bottle of water out of her purse.
Monica: Morning.
Rachel: Yeah . . .
Ross: She's a little irritable.
Rachel: And she's sitting right here.
Phoebe: Was I like this when I was pregnant?
Everyone: Yes.
Joey: Especially with the triplets.
Rachel: Yeah, but my three are all boys. They're boys and they're rowdy. Ross, why did you give me rowdy boys?
Ross: Well, on behalf of me and my sperm, we're sorry.
Rachel: Don't' get me wrong. I love these babies, but I hate the pregnancy part!
Ross: Just three more months . . .
Rachel: Hopefully. But, there's always a chance that there'll be a premature labor with two or more. We've got three.
Ross: So, basically we're going to keep you off of your feet as much as possible.
Rachel: Great . . .
Monica: Okay. Let's get started!
She brought the cakes over to the table, one by one, and put the kids in their chairs. The candles were lit and the lights were out. Everybody started to sing.
EVERYBODY: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Hannah, Alex, and Ally! Happy birthday to you!
Everybody helped the kids blow out the candles and Monica flipped on the lights again.
*~*
That night, Ross and Rachel were in their new apartment, cuddling on the couch and little two-year-old Hannah was sleeping soundly in her nursery, in her new big girl bed.
Ross: Well, two years ago, we just had the most beautiful baby girl in the whole wide would. In just three more months, we will have the most handsome three boys in the whole world.
Rachel: Yeah . . .I just think things are going so fast! I mean, our little girl is growing up! She's growing up so fast! The other day, I was dressing her and she didn't like the shirt I picked out because it didn't match her shoes.
Ross: We should've named her Rachel Jr.
Rachel: Yeah.
Ross: What . . . What do you want to name the boys?
Rachel: I don't know. I like a lot of names.
Ross: Yeah. Me too. Let's just figure it out when they're born. Sometimes you just have to look at the baby to know what to name it.
Rachel: I just hope they don't look like Gomer's.
Ross: No . . .our babies are going to be sophisticated, cool, witty, and handsome.
Ross stopped talking when he realized that Rachel was asleep. He smiled and kissed the top of her head and turned out the living room light.
Ross: Goodnight Rachel.
It was the big day! Well, it was for three kids. Ally and Alex were turning one! Hannah was turning two! The parents were feeling old, although they were only 33.
Hannah was so excited that it was her second birthday. She, like the year before, woke Ross and Rachel up early, reminding them it was her birthday. Again, it was their own faults for reminding her the day before.
Hannah: Come on! Come on! It's my birthday!
Ross and Rachel got out of bed and Ross helped Rachel stand. She was six months pregnant and could barely sit up. She looked nine months pregnant, to be honest and she thought she was going to die! She was huge. She just wanted her ankles to stop swelling.
Ross made coffee for himself, herbal tea for Rachel, and a cup of orange juice for Hannah. The birthday girl was so excited she spilled the orange juice all over the table and laughed about it.
Rachel: Terrible two's . . .save us all.
Ross cleaned up the mess and gave Hannah a new cup. The baby smiled at him and went about drinking her juice.
Ross: So, how is my beautiful wife today?
Rachel: She's fat, she's achy, she's tired, and her ankles are swollen like balloons.
Ross: But she's still beautiful.
Rachel smiled and leaned across the table as best as she could. She kissed her wonderful husband and sat back down.
Rachel: Your sons are sitting on my bladder, kicking me in the ribs, and poking me in the stomach.
Ross: Isn't that a good thing?
Rachel: Not when you're the one feeling it. I have to pee again.
Rachel stood up and waddled to the bathroom.
*~*
Monica and Chandler were sitting up for the big birthday party. There were four cakes. Three little ones, one for each birthday kid, and one big one for the adults to eat.
Alex and Ally were toddling around the apartment while everything was being set up. Phoebe and Joey were sitting on the couch with three-month-old Draven. He was sucking down his bottle that Joey was feeding him. Phoebe was decorating cupcakes.
Phoebe: Monica, where are the forks?
Monica: What? We used them all for cake.
Phoebe: For the cupcakes.
Chandler: What? You don't eat cupcakes with a fork!
Phoebe: Well, how the hell do you a cupcake then?
Monica: With your fingers!
Phoebe: Yet another thing mother misinformed me about.
Monica laughed and went back to her work. Joey gasped and Phoebe looked at him.
Joey: Draven finished his bottle already!
Phoebe: He eats like his father.
Joey: That's my boy.
Phoebe: Don't encourage him. (whispers) We don't want him to be like Monica was.
Baby Ally crawled up onto the coffee table and stood there staring at Phoebe and Joey.
Phoebe: Hi cutie!
Ally waved and started dancing around. Phoebe just laughed at her.
Phoebe: Monica! One of your future movie stars is dancing again!
Monica hurried over to the counter and picked up the video camera. Before she could point it in Ally's direction, the baby had stopped dancing.
Monica: Dammit!
Ally giggled and re-joined her twin brother on the floor.
Chandler: I think you should give up Monica. I mean, they're just testing us. They know we're watching and waiting on them to do a cute thing.
Monica: I guess so . . .
Baby Ally and Baby Alex started dancing and Monica quickly got the video camera and filmed her kids being adorable.
Ross and Rachel came through the door with Hannah. She went over to Ally and Alex and started to play with them.
Rachel sat down at the kitchen table and pulled a bottle of water out of her purse.
Monica: Morning.
Rachel: Yeah . . .
Ross: She's a little irritable.
Rachel: And she's sitting right here.
Phoebe: Was I like this when I was pregnant?
Everyone: Yes.
Joey: Especially with the triplets.
Rachel: Yeah, but my three are all boys. They're boys and they're rowdy. Ross, why did you give me rowdy boys?
Ross: Well, on behalf of me and my sperm, we're sorry.
Rachel: Don't' get me wrong. I love these babies, but I hate the pregnancy part!
Ross: Just three more months . . .
Rachel: Hopefully. But, there's always a chance that there'll be a premature labor with two or more. We've got three.
Ross: So, basically we're going to keep you off of your feet as much as possible.
Rachel: Great . . .
Monica: Okay. Let's get started!
She brought the cakes over to the table, one by one, and put the kids in their chairs. The candles were lit and the lights were out. Everybody started to sing.
EVERYBODY: Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Hannah, Alex, and Ally! Happy birthday to you!
Everybody helped the kids blow out the candles and Monica flipped on the lights again.
*~*
That night, Ross and Rachel were in their new apartment, cuddling on the couch and little two-year-old Hannah was sleeping soundly in her nursery, in her new big girl bed.
Ross: Well, two years ago, we just had the most beautiful baby girl in the whole wide would. In just three more months, we will have the most handsome three boys in the whole world.
Rachel: Yeah . . .I just think things are going so fast! I mean, our little girl is growing up! She's growing up so fast! The other day, I was dressing her and she didn't like the shirt I picked out because it didn't match her shoes.
Ross: We should've named her Rachel Jr.
Rachel: Yeah.
Ross: What . . . What do you want to name the boys?
Rachel: I don't know. I like a lot of names.
Ross: Yeah. Me too. Let's just figure it out when they're born. Sometimes you just have to look at the baby to know what to name it.
Rachel: I just hope they don't look like Gomer's.
Ross: No . . .our babies are going to be sophisticated, cool, witty, and handsome.
Ross stopped talking when he realized that Rachel was asleep. He smiled and kissed the top of her head and turned out the living room light.
Ross: Goodnight Rachel.