I’m slowing down. Only two new pics. I took plenty of Grand Pa, or is it The Great One? Gramps? We might still be working on this one. Jaynee’s dad drove up and spent most of the afternoon holding the baby. The rest of the day was spent in the back seat of a SUV as Jaynee’s sister treated us to a 90-minute drive to a restaurant that was five minutes from the hospital. Not totally her fault. I thought she was heading in the right direction when she started out. We even found the mall just where we thought we left it, but it turned out that it was a different mall.
We never did find the restaurant we were looking for, but at least we gave Jaynee the break we promised and bonded as a family.
We ate at the Tick Tock diner after we left the hospital, where we celebrated the newest edition to the our family. No, not CootieGirl. Jaynee’s dad is selling us his SUV for a dollar. Yep. One buck. I told him we might have to take it out of CG’s college fund money. What a baby present. And we get to use it for the next 16 years as CootieGirl prepares for her driver’s license.
My mom and brother are coming out to visit the baby tomorrow. Then the next day Jaynee comes home.
In the meantime, we want CootieGirl to have a new pal. Angie, do something to get that baby out. And when the doctor tells you to push for another hour or two and the baby doesn’t feel like it’s moving, tell her you’re suing if she doesn’t give you the c-section you demand. In fact, make her sign something to that effect before you go into labor — again. I think you’ve been having contractions for the past six weeks, right?
And now the pics.