My beautiful sister had a baby this weekend.
6lb, 12 oz, 19 1/2″ inches, born Friday April 27 at 11:54am.
My parents visited, of course, and they debated on picking up a gift they saw in the hospital gift shop. My dad couldn’t resist. He got a five foot, three inch bear for the 19 inch baby. He carried it down the hall at the hospital, and all the nurses gushed and goggled at the new grandpa.
And that hair! That little kewpie doll hair! My sis says she has thick black hair, almost two inches long.
Gah. I knew I wouldn’t be able to be there, and I thought I was prepared. And now of course, I’m sick with the worst cold I’ve had in years, plus I haven’t been vaccinated for whooping cough, so it’s smart for me to stay away. But goddamn. It’s hard not to be there when your sister and brother in law have a fricken adorable baby.
It’s probably for the best. They’d constantly have to tell me to take the baby out of my mouth, and probably say things like, “Heather, please stop eating our baby.”