Somebody else enjoys their first stint at infant-induced insomnia

You may recall I told you Dada and I recently visited our old friends Matt and his wife Susan, who was basically ready to pop at any time. I went to college with both of them; I also went to high school, and prom(!) with Matt; Susan and I studied abroad together and she was my college roommate for 2+ years. Because I was also hot and heavy with Dada during college, he joined our circle as well and we together with others (Evan! Kurt! Liz!) played so many games of Trivial Pursuit, Euchre, and Taboo that we should not be challenged by any unsuspecting fool, ever, lest the challenger wish to run home with his or her tail firmly planted between the legs.

The Powers That Be must have sent out a Mother's Day weekend memo to the gestating babies, because we are pleased to welcome a brand new girl into the universe. Matt called us last night to tell us that their daughter Annabelle was born Sunday afternoon, and was 7 lbs 3 oz and 21 inches long. We love them all and wish them nothing but the best. Unless they don't send us pictures soon, in which case a pox will rain down on their house.