The first picture of Baby Harper and I:
This is 19w1d, taken last Friday. Pardon the mess of my living room (except kudos to my friend Sharon for sending the Kentucky onesie, she is a good auntie and a loyal Wildcat fan, she said this is what the baby should wear home from the hospital, with a bow in her hair if its a girl, LOL). And the fact that my hair looks bad--it was a long week, I can not dye my hair, and I had just gotten home from the grocery store. Venturing into a grocery store the night before a predicted snow storm will pull the curl out of anyone's hair.
Beazer is already quite protective of Mummy and his little brother/sister. We keep telling him he has to guard the baby; sometimes he looks like, "OK," sometimes he looks vaguely confused as to what this "baby" is, but he's been keeping real close to me, even though I have to deal with his big self leaning on me at times. I think he will be really good with Little One, but there is a part of my imagination that just pictures my red-headed, green-eyed child lying in its Proppyseat (or whatever you put them in these days), waking up from a nap to be licked by its canine guardian and not liking it one bit. My mother is aghast at the idea, I'm not sure I'm too thrilled, but licking is submitting, so maybe a good thing.
Anyway, here we are, Mutt and Jeff in the messy livingroom.