I think this sweet girl might hear the Simon and Garfunkel song once or twice in her life.
Which could be a lot worse. You could share a name with a Megadeth song or a Justin Bieber...song? Is that what he calls them?
Her mom and dad let me hold her and sniff her sweet head and marvel at her smallness. And then I talked them into letting me take a couple of pictures.
I harangued them, really. Pressured heavily.
I couldn't help myself. Those newborn smiles are so irresistible. And I am the Official Baby Holder of Three Irish Girls. A title I hold with pride.
What good is owning a company if you can't bestow a couple of figurehead titles on yourself? Did you know that I am also the Chief Procurement and Provisions Officer? That means I buy stuff like markers and snacks for everyone. And I am also the Head Birthday Concierge. That means that I ask people where they would like to go out to eat on their birthday, and then we go there as a group. I am also in charge of presents.
Only once did I exercise my power as Head Birthday Concierge to refuse a restaurant request. I just couldn't see what good would come from driving 20 miles to eat hot dogs in questionable surroundings. We went somewhere much, much better. Boy Aaron's birthday is in 10 days, and I am again refusing to eat at Hot Dogs of Unknown Origin. Sorry, man.
But my favorite honorary title is that of Baby Holder. New babies are magical beings... the fingers, the lips, the eyes. So precious, and sadly, so fleeting. She'll never look this way again.
She is ravishing in turquoise. A trait I admire in anyone.
After all those months of wondering who she would be, now we know.
Little Ceci.
I think she's pleased to be here.
I'd say that you're shaking my confidence daily, but I'll save that for when you can actually be annoyed by it.
That's how we Official Baby Holders roll.