Finally!

My poor sister Jodie. I think she was starting to feel like she was going to be pregnant forever! (And honestly, so did the rest of us). We were SO excited for her to have her baby, that everytime her number came up on the caller ID, I would get my hopes up real high, then answer to find out that she had just called to tell me that "There is this cool game that Jared would like at Cal-Ranch. Mayberryopoly!" or "Did you hear that Michael Jackson died?" at which point I would sigh this huge "That's-not-what-I-was-hoping-for" sigh. Don't get me wrong. I love to talk to my sister, but seriously! We just wanted that baby here, dang it! Well, finally on the morning of July 2 we got a phone call saying that they were at the hospital. I would have gone over right then and stayed all day waiting... except for the fact that I am a mom and have other responsibilities. We did go over later on to take Corey a Dr. P and check on Jo. Waiting... waiting... waiting... That's the hardest part. Finally just a bit after 6 that night (just after we got there for the second time) Harlie Grace Murray was born. She weighed in at 7 lbs. 7 oz. and measured 18 1/2 inches long. She is PERFECT! She's just as gorgeous as can be, and you can't even tell that I'm a proud aunt, can you?

Here are some pictures from the big day. (And the next day, because we just had to go back!) And if you notice that there are no pictures of the new mommy with her baby, well that's because when we were there, we were hogging the new baby. She never even had a chance!)

Oh and by the way, Jodie. I love you and I'm so proud of you. You are going to make a wonderful mom!! And I WILL get a picture of you holding that baby at some point.