Bridgey's Baby

There's no argument who's baby this is, Bridge staked his claim from their first meeting. He's always checking up on me, making sure my care is up to par.

He must spend a third of his day tending her himself, giving her kisses, which ar more like semi painful headbonks, cheek to cheek nuzzels, and petting her like the puppy he thinks she is.

It's just heart warming and heart stopping all at the same time. I think we all smile and hold our breath a little. Not wanting to discourage his sweet intentions and at the same time wanting to take the baby and yell "duck and cover".

Finley's Arrival

She's here and just perfect. Little rosey cheeks, 10 toes, and 10 fingers to match. Her fingers are so long, she could palm a golf ball and maybe a plum. And, if this wasn't enough she's got dark hair like her Auntie Nina and a deep dimple on the right cheek of her face like her Auntie Leslie.

I have to say I thought my dreams of little dimpled children were done for when I married into a none dimply family, and yet here we are with a one dimpled wonder.

The Stats:
6.2 lbs
18.5 inches
Blue Eyes
Brown Hair