and the backs all say what our relationship is
When my kids used call me Grandma, it was insult, meaning I was moving slow. Now being called Grandma is a privilege.
Erica, Kiah, and I waiting not so patiently in the waiting room
(Two hours before Baby Vik's birth)
Taken when Cailin was one day old.
We all wore our t-shirts at the camp where Andrew, Rachel, Kiah, Erica, and Amy work the next day. A young son of one of the full-time staff told Erica that he wanted a t-shirt. Erica asked him what it would say on the back of his t-shirt. He thought for a moment, then said decidedly, "Neighbor."
Andrew has six sisters so between me and the girls, there were a lot of blue shirts in the maternity wing.
Andrew's best friend since third grade showed up wearing one
as did his wife
When the next visitor showed up, the nurse said,
"I'm sorry you can't go in, you're not wearing the right shirt."
Rachel's mom wants to be called Oma.
Rachel's brother lives many hours away so
hasn't seen Cailin yet, but he wore his t-shirt anyway.
My husband, Keith preached Sunday in his t-shirt
Keith saw Cailin for the first time when she was 6 days old.
Christina, the oldest Auntie
Grainy picture, but I love the way Erica's holding Cailin.
A fellow camp staff member gave Lani a new nickname. He called her Aunty (pronounced "Awn-tea") Lani (rhymes with Bonnie). Then he decided that didn't sound right, so he combined the two words and named her, "Lanti" (pronounced "lawn-tea") She wears her shirt and new name proudly.
Team Baby Vik tied a volleyball match against another family at Village Creek Bible Camp this week. (Kiah loves Baby Vik, but said her shirt was very dirty.) I'm the short squatty one with the turtle looking knee pads. I rarely dive in volleyball, but wear knee pads to protect my aging knees in case I fall.
Thankful for new babies, new shirts, and being able to share special times with family.