1. Eloise of the big, big eyes, concentrating on her main job, gaining weight, which she's doing admirably well.
2. Frankie, the newly mobile Baby who loves to laugh.
3. Hattie, who helped Granddad baby-sit Frankie one day last week (Is it okay for me to admit how envious I am that he can do this while I have to be at work? I know, I know, only a few more weeks of that. . . )
4. Not everyone communicates solely through their phones and dataplans, however. Some still participate in the wonderfully sensory world of snail mail -- real correspondence. Small fingers sounding out words and printing them, then adding illustrations. The words require some sensitive decoding but ah, the delights revealed include poems and jokes and clapping hands (more precisely, at the end of the poem's first line was an instruction: Klap 2 tims, and a drawing of a hand, for those whose reading skills might be weak). All inside a richly patterned (peacocks and fans and flowers, greens and coral and gold) notecard and its matching envelope, so that I know my daughter held both her mother and her daughter (yes, Nola, 6) together in her mind while choosing and buying it. Priceless.
5. Will be here very soon. I'm trying to finish this blanket first.
Not sure if I'll give it to the new arrival or let his big sister have it and begin another for him.
Watch this space. . . .
And after a night of little sleep, checking text messages through the night, I'm updating to add that wee Fergus has arrived, two weeks early. I'm hoping to catch the early ferry and meet him a bit later this morning -- also hoping the combo of bliss and adrenaline will compensate for a night's lost sleep after a week of illness. Can't wait to meet Hattie as a big sister!