That would be my new granddaughter. Wynter Rayne, born on the 15th and she is beautiful and thank God is perfect and likes to pose for pictures just like I do…NO not upside down, my silly dear internets…she makes faces and I love her. And she is #9 and I freely sing that old Beatles song...Number Nine.
Mom had a bit of a drawn out labor but did well, she was mad at my son. Duh! Pain HURTS. I had to make a joke. Well you knew I would; about how labor last a lot longer than the making baby part. You know. Hey I really didn’t want to go into too much detail. If you don’t know what I mean go talk to your teenagers they will splain it to you Lucy.
So here she is, our 7 pound 1 ounce, 20 and a half inched princess.
Now everyone give me a virtual hug and you may kiss the baby on your screen, but not in real life cause I as Queen Nana cannot have this precious child catch any virus; computer or otherwise.
We are exhausted and must retire to our boudoir. That means go to bed as it has been a long 72 hours.