It is official--there are four generations living in my house at the moment. Maybe later we can get a photo documenting that fact.
We've just gotten home safely from the hospital--discharging was a lengthy process--and now the new family is trying to get settled. Their small end of the house might work for two people, but now there are four living there--mom, dad, baby, and maternal grandmother.
I've made Isabella a bilingual Birth day cake--that will probably show up in tomorrow's photos.
Lord, get them off to a good start as a little family.