I’m an aunt again — my first niece has arrived!
My sister Jill (who I stayed with for the Twin Cities 10 mile last weekend) gave birth to her first child exactly on her due date of 10.10.2012.
Jill didn’t come out to watch the frenzy of running last Sunday, but I think being almost 40 weeks along was a pretty good excuse. 🙂
I went to see little Madalyn Inez on Friday night, and I can honestly say she’s quite a pretty baby. But I suppose everyone says that about their own family…
The first picture is one my sister sent me, and the second was my attempt to photograph baby in a dimly lit night-time hospital room. I arrived about 8 pm and didn’t want to disturb the tired parents or sleeping Madalyn more than needed.
And here she is this morning, looking quite alert at only 6 days.
I know most of you don’t know my sister and the baby announcement isn’t relevant to cows or running, but I also look at this blog as a journal of sorts. If it’s still around, many years from now I can look back and see what was happening in my life. And this is certainly a happy event I want recorded.
Do any of you do that? Sometimes think of your blog as a collection of stories and memories you’re building for the future? Not just for yourself but also friends, children, or those on the Internet looking for that unique something your blog provides.
I already look back at some posts from time to time, and often they make me smile. Sometimes they make me cringe at my own bad grammar or general absurdity, but it’s always interesting.
So, little Madalyn, if you happen upon this post many years from now, just know that you’re pretty special.
Your parents are so thrilled and proud of you, and your whole family loves you a bunch.
As to the other happenings of life, my running is pretty slim. I’m taking a semi-forced break so I get going on painting and house projects.
I figure a few miles a few mornings per week will keep me sane. The rest of the time I should be getting projects done early at the farm so I can get done earlier and delve into gallons of primer and tearing off wallpaper.
I’m slow and uneducated at this, but little by little we will learn and get things done.
Calvin wanted to be near the projecting last night; I couldn’t believe how well he blended in with the (soon to be gone) 70’s decor.