Timothy Scott joined us last Friday after a very short labor and a wonderful birth experience that really highlighted the difference between military hospitals and private birthing centers. He is the tiniest of all our babies at just seven pounds and appears to have black hair, which is obviously the answer to all my prayers for anything but a red head. I mean, I love my red heads but you can only have so many of them under five before you need a break.
We are all doing great, meals have magically been showing up at my door despite the fact that we know hardly anyone in our new town, and our biggest current problem is dealing with the screaming toddler who wants him or no one to be holding the baby at any given time.
It's hard enough to be turning two and getting a new baby brother in one week without the added burden of flaming red hair. Poor little dear.
