We were up for 38 hours straight this weekend, with many of those house spent in the hospital waiting room. Why you ask? We were waiting for the chance to meet my brother and his wife's first child, Isabel. She was 8 pounds, 5.5 oz (!) and 21 inches long. Born the old fashioned way at 2:42pm on a brisk Sunday afternoon after about 21 hours of labor.
Isabel has some hearty lungs on her and has seen fit to alert the entire hospital floor to her arrival. She'll live on a farm in the Willamette valley with a load of different animals including two Nigerian Dwarf goats that I suspect she'll be riding bareback within the year. More importantly she'll have her own pony and two loving parents.
Z was shocked to find he wasn't the youngest Hanselman any longer, and as such no longer the Center of The World. We suspect that his ego will recover from this offense and he and his new cousin will become fast friends.
We all wish Josh and his wife Megan the very best. Since Mo and I have an extensive experience spanning nearly 14 months of childrearing, they can expect all sorts of unsolicited advice in the coming eighteen years.