I've had a number of friends or family members lose their babies or almost lose their babies over the last year and it's made me so aware of what a miracle it is to have a baby at all and makes me cherish him all the more. When he makes eye contact with me and smiles I get weepy- every time. Really hoping some of these hormones tone it down a little or I am going to have to get water proof mascara. Seriously, I am so very grateful for the miracle of a healthy birth.
Now a funny story about Odessa:
Saturday nights is is a program called "Swing Years" on NPR and Stephen likes to listen to it. They were playing a song sung by Bing Crosby and he started his famous whistling. Odessa was in the bathroom brushing her teeth and I heard her call in a voice that sounded just like she was 5 going on 15:
"Dad, that's enough whistling already!" (you could actually hear her rolling her eyes)
Me (from the bedroom): Odessa, Dad is outside- that's the radio.
Odessa: (long pause) Oh.
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The girls LOVE dancing for Franklin and he sat in that swing and watched them for almost an hour - without it swinging. That bottom left corner photo of Odessa was an impressive spin on her tippy toes! Last photo is totally posed : )



