Do I really need to tell you that little Elephant [blog name chosen for her by her mother] made her entrance on May 11th? Nah, I didn't think so. It was too perfect. I envisioned little Elephant inside her mother's womb saying, "Did she say the 11th? I'm positive she said the 11th."
I would be a poor grandmother if I didn't post pictures, so prepare to be amazed at her loveliness.
7 lbs., 4 oz.
Around 5 hours old
2 days old, in her elephant-patterned p.j.'s
Grandma's hoping for brown eyes
Big brother Chunk adores her already
Can you see why Chunk has been spending his days with Grandma?
He's been described as "Dennis the Menace on steroids."
But it's a lie because he's always a perfect angel at Grandma's house--
besides I told him to go play in the mud.
This is only one of the reasons why I love having Chunk come over every day while his mama is recuperating. He was playing with Grandpa's flashlight and he aimed it at the corner of the wall saying, "Look, Grandma! I made you a heart."
Happy Mother's Day to me.