~:: and back to our regular programming ::~

First, for your pleasure: a March sunset.  Looks like the river is just a little bit on fire –

Second: what I should have announced two weeks ago.  Two weeks ago?  REALLY? (blinks a few times and takes a bracing breath):

They had to induce her to come. Promised her everything – her own bed. Endless supplies of food. No chores for at least five years.

Big brother finally meets THE BABY!!!

Proud father with his third eye.  Andy, wondering what’s going on.

And Gigi has it already figured out – when life is too much, screw your eyes shut and go to sleep.

I just loved the energy in her face, here.

This hospital light was so strange. I almost couldn’t see through it with my eyes. Kind of diffused and sorta pinky-yellow.  I know. I complain about light all the time. If I were good at this, I’d use whatever light there is and make it work.  Still, I wonder how anybody ever gets well in light like that.

“Ummm – Mom? What is that?  I don’t . . . this isn’t your bed . . .”

The beautiful Uncle John.

Andy expresses her opinion of the whole celebration.

Does this look like a woman who just gave birth? Really, she meets the world head on and comes out looking like this.

Andy finds out: there are perks to this hospital business. She brought the cup home with her. It’s a new take on life.

Gigi was  – oh, I’m no good at remembering these things.  Was she eight pounds eight ounces? And twenty inches long. And she’s wonderful. A very serious person.  Family doing smashingly. I couldn’t be prouder of our L, and our Cam is a truly great partner, cooking and caring for everybody and getting up at night to help. It takes guts to grow up, to manage this business of family-farming. I remember it fondly, and find that watching the next generation do it is MUCH more fun than doing it yourself.