*ahem* I found my phone. It was under the back porch stoop. If my minutes are up this month I’m gonna be hunting down a certain groundhog I know.
It’s been a weekend and a half, by my standards. Curt’s older sister Stacy went in 4 weeks early to have baby #4 due to some completely wacky health stuff that has left the greater Grand Rapids medical field “stumped.” I say that with the flippant air of a person who was less than 24 hours ago taking care of 3 nieces while the rest of the family rushed to the hospital in a panic when enzyme levels shot through the roof and livers malfunctioned and brains didn’t cohere anything remotely coherent. It’s sort of funny now. Sort of. It also may or may not be true that Hailey and Marli can both fit in the chicken coop… at the same time… yes, even with chickens in there. My lanta.
Welcome to the world, Miss Ellie Jean (6+ pounds and 18″ tall)! You are the 4th in a line of sisters that are simply remarkable. I’m thinking you are destined for greatness, if my little blonde one is any example of what a “4th” can become. And, don’tchoo worry. We’re gonna figure your mom out before you even know anything is amiss.
Hailey (pink hat and a ponytail she did all by herself don’t fuss with it) and Marli (drunken smile that is the result of being shifted amongst family members for a week and a morning of chasing chickens to within an inch of her life) are big sisters a few times over now and have this gig down pat. Sydney (1.25 years old) has no idea what she’s in for. We hid her at the grandparents house for the initial introductions. They can meet a bit later when things are calmer. And we give her a toy first. And maybe some food.
We had to scrub up to visit Ellie. She’s 100% healthy but spent a night being observed since she was a month early and all. We convinced the girls it was necessary to walk around “hands up” for the rest of the evening lest they have to scrub up again. Humor. It’s so very needed at times like these.
On to the rest of the week. Giddyup. Let’s hold all emergencies until next week, ok? I’m all used up.
Here. Laugh at my kid. She wants to be a cowgirl.