all 8 pounds and 10 ounces and 21 inches of her.
She’s got a lot of blond hair, a very prominent brow line and a cute little nose.
She’s extremely alert.
Name to be finalized shortly.
Will keep you posted.
They’re at the hospital.
No update
That’s the update.
Last night I asked David to call me if the went to the hospital before ten. When we got up this morning we all wondered if they were at the hospital or home sleeping in. I waited until 10:30 to call Torey. She answered.
Bother.
I still think it’s going to be today.
As always, I’ll keep you posted.
Come on, P-twoty.
No Promises…
but there is a pink princess backpack and its owner here for the foreseeable future. Torey’s midwife said this afternoon, “I would be REALLY surprised if you didn’t have that baby tonight or tomorrow.”
Of course, Torey COULD be making that up just to get me to take her kid for the night.
I’ll keep you posted.
A Question:
Did any of you use the term, “Lucky Dog!” (as a child) when expressing, excitement and admiration, but mainly envy?
It was big in the Wolfe house.
I don’t use it often now that I am an adult, but occasionally it springs to mind.
I just asked Lydia if she is familiar with the term and she just squinted and blinked. “I say Lucky Duck.”
Was Lucky Dog used universally in the 70’s? Only in the Midwest? Or was it exclusive to the shag carpeted and wood paneled basement of 920 Sparrow?
Do tell.
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