April 14th...the day of the year that the Titanic sank, Lincoln was shot, the big Icelandic volcanic eruption that shut down European airspace happened, and I was born.
I am pleased that my parents did not consider my birth to be yet another 4/14 disaster!
When I was born, Mom was given a flower arrangement in a sweet little baby buggy shaped vase.
When I had my babies the vase carried flower of welcome again.
And yesterday...the 58 year old vase was filled once again in order to perform its traditional "Welcoming Baby Home" duties.
Luke was brought home in a sleeper I had given him, one with choo choo trains scattered about.
His great, great Grandfather Albert Kiester worked for the Union Pacific Rail Road...it seemed like an appropriate motif to wear on his travels home.
I had spent the day hoping Luke would come home on my birthday.
A bit of jaundice slowed down his release.
He will be sleeping for a while resting on a blue glowing pad that fixes that common new baby situation.
He looked a bit like a glow worm with the blue light shining from inside his swaddling wrap.
We brought dinner over...it was already well into the evening by the time they got home.
Luke was fed, and is latching on nicely to his pacifier too.
I intend to be a very smart grandmother.
I had read about how often bringing a new baby home can cause jealousy problems with older sibling.
Big Brother Cheeto did look a bit jealous, didn't he?
Yup, definitely has his nose out of joint.
Or what little bit of nose that he has was contorted into a "not amused" expression.
But I had thought ahead and was ready for this.
"Look Cheeto...Mim brought you a balloon with a RIBBON just for you!"
(I happen to know Cheeto just can't resist playing with a ribbon...)
Was I right or was I right?
Playing with the ribbon, tasting the ribbon...its all good.
And so was my 58th birthday.
In fact, I would say it was my best birthday ever!