It was a long, long day.  The night before, my mother and husband loaded me up with a sleeping pill, put me in the tub and left me.  As I repeatedly started sliding under the water, I finally managed to bang out a morse code s.o.s. and they came and pulled me out - only to wake me hours later to go to the hospital to wait for Andra.  Problem is, Andra didn't get the memo.

So after an immeasurably long 18 hours, we finally welcomed miss Andra into the family.  Phil was walking around in a daze, and to use a line from Sex in the City - it was like suddenly there was a giraffe in the room. 

My favorite picture of the day is below.  I have assigned it the only appropriate title for the poor, smashed baby who changed our life, who grew our hearts by sizes, who made me a mother and who helped us become a family.  The thing I love about this picture is that after what we went through to get the "prize", we look so happy to have the bruised, pointy headed, smashed nose, swollen eyed baby puddle.  And so I bring you:

                              The Face Only a Mother Could Love



Happy Birthday 9 Year Old Girl.