Because our first grandbaby was born at home in a tub under a full moon with a midwife on July 25. I can hardly bear to do little else since then but hold, rock, change, sing and talk to this glorious little girl. And by the way ... in this picture I'm rocking her in the rocking chair that my grandparents bought when they were pregnant with my dad in 1923. It's a keeper. And so is she. I'm back in the cake saddle again, though, and here are a few pictures from the past few weeks. More to come.
