Today, there are two new babies in my life. My BFF Lynne is a grandmother. Now I know you’re thinking, How can this be? Aren’t Becky and Lynne the same age? Thirty-five? BECKY’S too young to be a granny, so Lynne must be, too.
All I can say is that Lynne is older than I am. Anyway, stop thinking about my age. You should be thinking about Lila, who arrived at the whopping weight of eight pounds and three ounces. Does anyone remember how TINY Lila’s mother, Laura, is? I’m all kinds of impressed that she could even carry an eight-pounder in her little body, much less deliver her.
Okay, now back to me. I have a new baby, too. And I can’t WAIT for my new baby to meet Lynne’s new grandbaby. It’ll be almost like my LJ readers are there with us. Because here’s my new baby:
Oh, yeah, two things for the world to fear: the arrival of another Aries female and a digital SLR for Beck.
Congrats to Lynne, and to Lila’s proud parents!
That is a big baby for somebody as little as she is.
And congrats to you on your new baby. Can’t wait to see great pictures from it. (When I first read your post, I read it as pounds instead of ounces, so at first I thought maybe you had a new dog.)
I thought the same thing!
Congrats all the way around!
Thanks!
Thanks!
And NO NEW DOGS! We can’t afford the turkey necks–got a new camera to pay for.
woo hoo!
congrats to everyone!
Thanks!
I was thinking that your book was very heavy, because I was thinking pounds too …
What a beauty! You must be one proud mama. 🙂
You can’t imagine. Last night, I dropped my brand new baby in the hospital lobby. Seems to be okay, though.
I think Laura’s a better mom than me. She’s managed quite well not to drop Lila.
This reminds me, according to your timechart I’m due any day, now.
Yeah, have you had O. Henry’s baby yet?
Whatever you do, stay with your previous name choices and don’t call the kid ‘Fabreze.’ I was in the bike store today and some mom said “come on, Fabreze.” I looked around for a little girl, but it was a boy. I’m hoping maybe it was a nickname.
One hates to be indelicate, but I am assuming Tom is the father?Have I made an ass of myself?
Yes, Tom is my camera-daddy.
Your new arrival is indeed beautiful. That said, I would feel very uncomfortable about tossing it up and down, going “woogie, woogie, woogie.”
Good point–not the best idea, especially with my poor catching skills.
It’s really amazing that you’re only four years younger than me. And that was premature cataract surgery I had caused by laser surgery and steroid based asthma meds..
Great camera, so bring it up to the Wicket City and we’ll go Tourist Trekking together.