I woke up at 5am and Lia wasn't in bed. So I rubbed the crusties from my eye sockets and walked into the living room to see what the deal was.
"What do you think about having a baby on July 9th," she said.
We were supposed to have the baby on July 11th by induction or something. But hey, whatever. I said, "Sure, the 9th would be fine." And I went off to fix coffee. Then, it dawned on me. Today was July 9th!
A few hours later Anna Rose was born. 6 pounds 10 ounces of screams and tears. She has stolen my entire heart.
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I am smitten as well.
That's Grandma who is smitten.
I had a tough time navigating signing in with google/blogger. Oh, well. Grandma again
Happy birthday, Anna Rose!
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