11 April 2003
For all of you demanding a picture of the new granddaughter well, here's a picture of the new granddaughter.
(If you missed the original intro, this is Laney Paige-Marie Hill, born 29 March at around three in the morning, six pounds thirteen ounces, and 18.5 inches tall. God forbid I should ever have to relearn these statistics in metric.)
(This was edited at 9:50 am Saturday to add the second paragraph and to reshuffle the formatting slightly.)
Posted at 7:41 PM to Next Generation
She's a doll, however, the shirt is wrong. Her eyes are -open-! :)
Cute, cute, cute! Congratulations, Charles! But, as Steve pointed out, she's a-fibbin...that princess is awake!
Don't you love how their fists clench up? :-)
I have a feeling that the attitude is just beginning. :)
OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH yeah it's just beginning....and there's NO light at the end of the tunnel either.
Awwwww . . there's that little girl :)
Who took the picture? Grandpa :)
This photo was obtained basically by reminding the parents that should I die of a stroke from their repeated failure to cough up a picture, they will inherit half of my debts.
I am, after all, practiced in the art of demotivation, though I'll probably never get to the level of these guys.
Grandfatherhood. Another major milestone.
Mine (only one, so far) called last night from South Dakota. She turned two in January.
"Hi Dumpa Dumpy (Grandpa Grumpy)..I miss oooo".
How far away is yours? Hope you're not G'pa in absentia.
360 miles, more or less. (Both my kids live at this distance, but they're only about eight miles from each other, so it's possible to sweep through town and embarrass both of them in a single day.)
The first of the grandchildren, aged just shy of 3½, is here this weekend, and thus far he seems to consider his primary duty to be persuading me to purchase SpongeBob SquarePants® boxers for him. I pointed out that pretty much all boxers were in fact square pants, which of course went over his head but managed to elicit a grin from his mother.
Ok -- NOTHING has made me laugh, and I mean NO-THING, like the vision of a three year old being told that pretty much all boxers are square pants.
Anyway, get to Target or Mart du Wal today and get some SquarePants undies for the li'l dude. At least stick 'em in his Easter basket. He'll be so happy knowing his little Cottontail is properly adorned.
I just looked at the ticket from yesterday's Target run: $173.96.
Okay, that does include a Barry Manilow CD I bought on a dare, but still, the tradition of overspending on one's descendants was, I think, duly honored.