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She's a Leaping!

We got ourselves a Leap Year Niece!

The Little One was born this afternoon and was 5lbs 14oz coming it at 18 1/4 inches. We think she has strawberry blond hair but she was not liking the hat off her head and hey, who can blame her? She's absolutely gorgeous and her mama did a great job. Her daddy gave me a scare a couple times, looking like he was going to pass out. Turns out he was pushing when she was pushing. I told him to sit down at one point, he was making me nervous that he was going to pass out because he was breathing like she was as well! Poor fella. There was so much emotion in that room when she was born that I can't even wrap my head around it. A lot of crying, a lot of reassuring that the baby is indeed a girl and yes, she's perfect. Well, hell, see for yourself:

I present to you, The Little One



Being an Aunt is way easier than being a parent.
Anonymous said…
Gosh isn't she cute! lol. I wanted to say thank you for all your support during it all! I wouldn't have been able to do it without you!

Love Fluffy and Little One

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