I didn't get very many good pictures, so I'm borrowing some of Ben's that he took while we were there.
Look at her. Could she be any more perfect. I think not.
So sweet. There's nothing cuter to me than to see a guy holding a baby.
I's so happy!!
Little Mummy Holland...all wrapped up. What you can't see is the head of AMAZING dark curly hair underneath that cap.
Proud Papa Ben
Little Reid (Tris and Eric's cutie pie) wanted to come along, too, to meet gal pal Holland. He was just chatting away. The Braves lost the game, so he was a little upset about that, but otherwise, he was giving Holland some diaper advice and which toys were the most tasty to chew on...stuff like that.
Sigh. It makes me excited for when these squatters get here. Right now, I'll settle for knowing if they're boys or girls. Three weeks to go! Woot!
Now for the bad news.
This might upset some of you. Those of you that knew her. Ann Claire the Majesty Palm kicked the bucket this past weekend. She lived a long, full life of a year and two months. She brought much happiness and pleasantry to the breakfast nook area of the house. She was green and lush and tropical-y. And Blue loved to chew her leaves. She meant a lot to all of us. Now, her brown stalks rest down the hill behind our house...where David threw her...kind of harshly, too. Goodbye, Ann Claire. Now I have to go buy another one of you.