It's not the green . . .

I love me a St. Paddy's day!
It has nothing to do with the Irish
or the "wearin' o the green",
though all those things are great.

But it does have to do with the
fact that I brought our first baby
home from the hospital on this
fine day, many years ago.  And
yes, we dressed our little
6 lb 6oz red-haired bundle
in a green dress for the ocassion!

I wanted to scan a photo for you to
see but Mister is napping and I can't
seem to figure out how to do it.

On "going home day" our little
family went to my parents house
to spend the first few days.
I feel so fortunate to have had my
Mom "teach" me about caring for
a newborn, as we were young and
there were no classes available
and I hadn't a clue what to do with
this precious miracle wrapped in
a blanket.  No books needed as
Grandma was a wealth of information.

Those were sweet days.

If you want to visit my grown up red-haired
bundle of joy you'll find her blogging
HERE.  Please tell her that "Mom"
sent you by to say hello.

Did your Mom teach you about babies?
Did you teach your adult child about babies?

I am reminded of a story about this daughter
when she brought her first baby home from
the hospital, but I'll save it for another day.

Happy St. Paddy's Girlfriends!