Spring Baby

On Thursday the 13th Kim and I packed our bags after I got home from school and headed to Michigan. Around 1:00, Mom had texted Miss Fry that she and Adrienne were headed to Michigan, and I told all my classmates that I, Edie Lehman, was going to be an aunt again!! Arriving in Michigan around 6:00, we waited a few minutes for Jim's mom Laurie to bring Calvin to their new house. Kim, Calvin, and I played for an hour, got ready for bed, then Calvin went to sleep in his room while Kim and I stayed up until 11 o'clock. At a little past 3:33 pm (the time Adeline was born) Kim got a call on her phone waking us both up. Little Addie had arrived! I had to wait till around 12:00 to see her. Five hours! Mom and Adrienne watched the birth and in about 30 minutes they arrived back at Jim and Maria's house. Later that morning, an excited grandma, aunties, and big brother arrived at the hospital eager to see Addie. Calvin was such a good big brother and kept on gently touching Addie's face with his hands, saying "Hello, little sister." and "She's so cute!" This is little Adeline Mae:

                                                          Calvin meeting Addie.

                                  Oh Addie, this is just one of the many kisses you'll get from me.

                                     How can holding your newborn niece not make you smile?

Getting some snuggles while I can!

Before this was my blog, Adrienne did a post about me before I turned eight. The other day, I had just finished trying to ride Tessa bareback with Mary on Sedona. After I finished helping Mary with chores and sweeping the barn out, I decided to pick some flowers. The backyard of one of our neighbors across the street has beautiful little yellow flowers and little purple flowers. I decided to pick those tiny flowers and put them in a little vase. While picking the tiny flowers, I wanted to add some bigger daffodils to my bouquet. As I was about to go across the street to pick them (they were in our yard, not the neighbors) Adrienne came out with her camera. I was still in my tank top, jeans, and boots, but that didn't matter. After a few pictures, I realized that almost 2 years ago, she took pictures of me all nice with a little bouquet of weeds (in an 8-year-old mind they were flowers). I told her to take a picture of me on a fallen tree trunk like I had 2 years before. Here are the comparisons:

And I realized that two other pictures are similar:

 

Ah, nothing like flowers.

Flight....

and landing.

And now I dream about yellow flowers and their wonderful smell as I sniffle and drink honey water. I despise sore throats so much!