Rhett posed by the hospital fountains on the day his little brother was born
He's here.
I refer to our latest addition to the grandkid lineup.
Introducing Jack Elliot Porter, born a few minutes before six o'clock on the morning of Thursday, September 28, 2023.
He weighed seven pounds, one ounce, and was a touch over nineteen inches long.
Jack Elliot Porter
He will go by Jack Elliot. Double name. Call him merely "Jack" and risk incurring the pirate's wrath. Not to mention, don't let his mother hear you. If you're short on time, in commenting or texting you have my permission to type JE.
Long story. For another day.
Now TG and I have eight grandchildren: four girls and four boys.
Oh so you like statistics? Here you go:
In the last six months, my sister Kay and I have greeted four new grandsons.
Hers: Andrew Sebastian, born on March thirty-first in Cleveland, Ohio, son of my niece Joanna and her husband Jacob; and Leland Cameron, born on September twenty-second in High Level, Alberta, Canada, son of my nephew Marc and his wife Whitney.
Erica is grateful, relieved, and flourishing
Mine: Guy Preston, born on August twenty-fourth, son of our Andrew and his wife Brittany; and Jack Elliot, (A/K/A new kid on the block), born five weeks to the day later, second son of our Erica and her husband Chad (Cherica).
(Both Leland and Jack Elliot were due on October second but couldn't wait that long.)
It's what they call an embarrassment of riches.
But no one is complaining.
Erica and Jack Elliot are doing spectacularly well. They are at home. Chad and Rhett are faring splendidly too.
Dagny Clare is beside herself with joy at her new cousin's birth
And as soon as I hit publish, I'm going over there to hold Jack Elliot, who no doubt is wondering where I am.
It's a good thing that I know where I am. I met Cherica at the hospital at midnight Wednesday night and Jack Elliot arrived six hours later.
Three hours after that, I went home to freshen up and feed my pets, then went back to the hospital.
(Someday I will tell Jack Elliot that he was born on the first truly cool morning of a shining new autumn -- overcast and breezy early, partly cloudy, mild and continued breezy as the day waned.)
I went to bed at eight thirty that night, having been up for more than thirty-six hours.
And I hope you saw that because I will not be doing it again.
Such a wee lad to have caused such a kerfuffle
Mercy. Sleep deprivation: what a concept. The struggle is real.
So it's a good thing these beautiful mamas have the bairns while they are young and can handle such things.
Thank you for your prayers and well-wishes -- both the ones we have already received, and the ones that are sure to follow.
And that is all for now except to say, goodbye lovely eventful Sepbember, hello beautiful and long-awaited October.
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Happy Saturday
