101

Celebrating 101

Spanish 101: The art of "Hola. Me llamo Paco."

Babies 101: Perfecting diapers, sleepless nights, clothing with a lot of snaps, nursing, and one-handed everything else.

Siblings 101: Figuring out how to do more things for yourself, some things for someone else, and many things you shouldn't be doing but are going to do anyway because mom's too busy feeding the baby right now.

Blogging 101: Although thoroughly unplanned, my 100th blog post announced the arrival of my *final* child and it passed completely unnoticed. (blog post, not child's arrival) So here's to blogpost 101!

Side note: Bronwyn wanted me to post 101 reasons why she's sort of, kind of, really, maybe scared of Lincoln but we'll save that for another day.

Things not to cry about

When my mom was a little girl, she always spilled her milk at dinner. I think that's why my family always got water for dinner. And we all know the saying, "There's no used crying over spilled milk."



So when I spilled some water on Thursday night, there was no crying, just immediate action. And a lot of it.



I was packing the kids' lunches for school on Friday. I bent over to pick up a water bottle to put in Hadley's lunch. Note the irony. And pop. I left behind a puddle on the floor and called to Stewart. "What do you have going on at work tomorrow, Honey? Any specific meetings scheduled? Depositions? Clients?"



"Just work," he replied.



"Okay then my water broke," I answered.



So we packed up the kids, took them to my mom's house, and headed down to the hospital. We specialize in early babies and so I always deliver at Utah Valley. That means we get to drive past four hospitals on our way to the hospital we finally stop at.



She was in a hurry to get here. Such a hurry. Luckily the doctor was right outside my room because I dilated from a 4 to a 10 in only a few minutes. I'm like a German race car. You know...0 to 80 in 2 seconds or whatever.



Baby Girl Peay is here. She was born at 1:59 a.m. on 9-10-10 and weighed 5 lbs. 6 oz., 18 1/2 inches long. Only four weeks early and perfectly healthy.



I could make a very long list of things that I didn't need to cry about this weekend. Mostly we are just in awe of the beautiful person who joined our family. Her name is Bronwyn Davies Peay, meaning dark and pure in heart. It's a good Welsh name and her Grandpa Boppers was very proud!

And here she is:

Welcome, Bronwyn.