A what-ing machine?

The long-awaited phone call that the littlest ladybug had finally been born after 16 hours of labor:
"She has arrived, and she is a sh*tting machine!"

Her very own mother did NOT just call her that, did she? Oh honey, yes she did, and she meant it. I've heard stories since then that you wouldn't believe. Isn't she just the cutest, though?



Congratulations Staci & Frank on your little (now one-month-young!) babe. I can't wait to meet her!

P.S. Do you think she's too young for me to tell her about the night we watched in horror as JimBuck set your dorm room ceiling on fire with hairspray & a lighter (it began too quickly to react, and luckily it ended just as quickly, due to his ninja-like skills)? Not something she can comprehend yet? Too scary? Oh well, there's time.

I'll ease her into it with unbelievable tales of her mommy driving a Fiero when we were in college. Talk about frightening! She'd NEVER believe it anyway, but it will surely put her to sleep.