Welcome, baby Colton!

On Friday morning at 10:16 a.m. my best friend Rikki had her first baby, Colton Daniel! In her drug-induced post-c-section stupor, she still was able to call and leave me a message saying he had arrived safe and sound. Unfortunately, I could have sworn she said his name was Colby...so there's a handful of people that I now need to report back to with the correct information.

Anyway. He arrived by c-section after stubbornly refusing to revert from the butt-first breech position he had wiggled himself in to the week before. He weighed in at 8 lbs 5 oz and is nothing but sweetness.

I got there Saturday morning and oh my Lord, there is NOTHING LIKE holding a newborn baby! As I sat next to Rikki on the bed, trying to remember that Zoey was, in fact, this small at one point in the past, I started to get the itch. You know. That damn baby bug. Tick tock, and all that. Funny, there has to be something about Colton--he is at least the sixth baby born to one of my good friends in the past year, and up until now, no itch. Not even a twinge. But cradling his perfectly round little noggin (no conehead at all!) and watching how easily he was nursing and listening to his tiny little cries definitely made me think it might be time (finally) for Zoey to have a little brother or sister.

And then I walked down the hallway to the cafeteria in search of some lunch. And heard a woman behind a closed door screaming absolute BLOODY. MURDER.

Which took care of the itch. Mostly.







Congratulations, Rikki and Todd!