I spent the night last night in room 4514 at McKay-Dee Hospital
waiting and witnessing our daughter-in-law do an amazing job of bringing our
3rd grandchild, Madisen Amelia, into the world.
There's not a single thing sweeter on this planet than hearing your grand baby's
first cry...or in Miss Madimo's case, first whimper.
Sweet little lamb, that baby girl.
Back at the Bungalow Mr Mossi and our son (in-law), Tannon, were hard at work assembling our temporary power pole and getting it planted in that 5 foot deep hole that I don't want to talk about anymore.
Tan sent this picture text at about 9:15 ....
Now it's my turn.
I've got to take my bleary-eyed, sleep deprived self down to the county offices
and get someone to come out and inspect it before the 'powers that be' will hook us up.
But not before I get back over to Mc-Kay and
steal some more sugar off those sweet, pink, newborn cheeks.
We're "marching right along"
(to coin a phrase from Aunt Natalie last night)
