Yes, I am totally cheating. This post is finally going up 4 days after I intended it to. But I’m backdating it. Why? Because I can, and because it’s the only way I’ll ever remember when my nieces and nephews were born. To emphasize my lameness, the photo in this post isn’t even one I took – I didn’t even bring my camera into the hospital. So, without further ado, here’s the post (and remember, pretend you’re reading this on Saturday, January 6th):
The next generation of Slatterys continues to grow. This time we can blame my sister Laura and here hubby Carlos for adding to the growing number of grandkids with my 3rd niece, Lily Anne Rivera. She was born yesterday (keep playing along, that would be January 5th) just a couple miles from her new home. To emphasize the confusing Irish/Hispanic name combination, this child is somewhere between our pasty-white European lineage and the thick black haired look of her father. Now, bow down before her cuteness:
She’s absolutely beautiful – which is awesome, because I hate ugly babies… I even held her, something our oldest sister Lisa would have tsked at since I never held any of hers when they were born. In my defense, I was in high school and clearly too cool for baby-holding.