SPECIAL TIMES: BIRTH-DAYS

 

Our first born, a son, a day home from the hospital in 1969

In the arms of his maternal grandmother

In the arms of his paternal grandmother

In the arms of his papa

Years later, he with his own first-born child, a son, in his own arms! J

A little doll, of course, must have a perfect doll bed.  We didn’t know ahead of time if she was going to be a ‘she’ or a ‘he’, so I had to wait to decorate the bassinette until after she was born.  The only skirt I had for it was pink, however – one my Mom used on a year-size crib for my younger sisters.  Had she been a boy, the bassinette would have had blue ribbons but no skirt.

Our son holding his new sister

New daughter in the arms of her maternal grandmother – her first granddaughter.

A couple of years later gentle signs of motherhood had not yet kicked in . . .

but by the time a sweet little niece (her younger sister’s second daughter) came along in 2002 she was doing okay.

Our youngest daughter in the arms of her maternal grandmother – only a day old in 1974.

She was quite the handful for her brother to hang onto a 'couple' of months later!

Yours truly holding our second granddaughter – our youngest daughter’s first daughter, in 1999

That little daughter and her younger sister welcome their new brother in 2004

And my mother holding our son’s daughter, our first granddaughter, and Mom’s first great granddaughter in 1996

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