Cousin Ava

It's been a big day. Jodie's contractions started last night, and mid-morning the lovely and sophisticated Ava splooshed into the world. Her fingers and toes are in the appropriate places and in the correct numbers. She is mastering the ins and outs of infancy. Everything is perfect.

But this might be an issue:


You can see it in her eyes: "I want another one."

And check this out:


She's thinking about stealing the baby. "Is Jodie watching? Shoot."

We'll have another kid eventually, but I don't necessarily want it tomorrow. Or even nine months from tomorrow. But this is hard to resist:



How do we look at that and not immediately go home, hop into bed, and pull the goalie?


Anyway, we taught Lyla how to say "Ava," and she'll meet her new cousin on Sunday. We're all sort of drunk with the happiness of it all. Life certainly doesn't stand still.