It's a double post kind of a day, because this news and these pictures are too sweet to sit on for a week!
We should have known when she insisted on staying put for an extra week and five days, only a little princess could command such a dramatic entrance. Fashionably late, and in a swarm of excitement. It's the only way she would have it.
**for the full effect, read the next paragraph into a tape recorder and play back on high speed**
I got the text from Ariana Monday morning at 6:51 asking if I was still up for watching the boys, and at 6:55 the text telling me to "take my time." And so I did. Until 7:05 when my phone lit up with a call from Jake, "Get here quick!". I've never changed a diaper, dressed a baby, dressed myself, put in contacts, brushed my teeth, and packed an entire days worth of food and diapers for Milani so quickly. As I pulled into Grandma Andrea's at 8:00 to drop off Milani I got a text from Jake "Baby's Coming!" S^&@#T!! I quite literally jumped out of my car and into Andrea's and took off like a bat out of hell, to pull up at their house, and sprint up the stairs, bursting into the front door.
At 8:20 a perfect, gorgeous, tiny baby girl was born. By tiny I mean 10 lb 0 oz.
From the moment I found out she was pregnant, I thought Ariana was having a girl and I stood firmly by my prediction, never wavering. A couple months back we were standing around in Ariana's kitchen each defending our gender predictions, and I can remember her saying, "When I look into my future I just can't picture myself as the mother of a girl. I just don't see it happening. I think I'm meant to only raise boys" And on Monday, I know it still took a little while to sink in. I think I heard Ariana mutter "I can't believe it's a girl" or "I can't believe I have a daughter" about twelve times. Now I'm not the type to break out into an obnoxious victory dance, or rub the I told you so's into one's face, but you can't say I didn't give you fair warning that you'd be delivering a little lady. And it'll be sweeter than you could ever imagine. Your little girl. I promise.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET PAISLEY!!
EENA LOVES YOU!!