Friday, April 03, 2009

When your Farm Fresh Eggs Smile Back at You

you know its going to be a great day!

And it was... even though we started out once again, with snow.

We set out after breakfast for the drive to meet my Sister's baby girl, and our little guy couldn't stop talking about his new cousin. By the time we arrived in the city (Portland is not too far above sea level, whereas we are near 2000 ft. elevation), there were signs of spring EVERYWHERE... Flowering Plum trees! Forsythia! Daffodils! Magnolia/Tulip trees! and the Willows were turning a gorgeous chartreuse green.

The sweet baby is SO VERY tiny... just like a little doll. We made a stop on the way to the hospital at a Wal-Mart, because I remembered that they were about the only place when our early boy was born where I could find a selection of preemie clothes. Hopeful that the tiny new girl would have some pretty things that would fit her, we arrived bearing gifts. I got to hold her for a few minutes before my own baby girl decided she couldn't share my arms any longer:

She just wasn't sure what to think of the baby:

But my boy couldn't stop looking at her, and patting her, and saying, "awwwwwwwww". He was so proud to get to "hold" her (notice all the supporting hands!), and when she cried out then settled again, he said, "Mama! I calmed her!"

It truly is a blessing and an honor to be able to welcome a new little PERSON into the world, isn't it? And I know that my little Miss will be very glad in a few years that she isn't so outnumbered by the boys anymore.


Julie's Keepsakes said...

This is a really sweet post, Beth. Thanks for sharing these moments. Katie is unbelievably adorable. :D

Deb said...

I love your smiley faced eggs. You've got to have a good day when they look like that. And the baby is oh, so precious!

Kim Shire said...

Everlyn is almost as grateful as I am for those preemie outfits. She fits them so nicely now. The NB clothes are still silly on her - her little fingers end up creeping out of the sleeves and up through the neck hole. She likes to have her fingers near her mouth. I suspect we have a finger sucker on our hands!