Our youngest daughter started going backards with her birthdays …today she is 37 by her count and somewhat older by mine.
She was 18 days overdue. Her husband asked me “ Why didn’t you wait a few more days and you could share a birthday?” I replied “She was 18 days overdue.” Far Guy said “ Good thing she was born when she was because someone was pretty cranky.”
The Doctor barely made it for her birth, she was born at 12:59 AM on a Thursday. Of course I was there…Far Guy, the Doctor and a Nurse. Big Sister Trica was at our home with my baby brother…he was in college back then.
Aww look at those little feet! The Doctor was thankful to have her here and okay because I had been having some problems. She was a tad overdone and had lost weight…she weighed 5 Ibs and 5 Ounces and was 19 inches long. Her skin was all wrinkly…and she was born hungry!
Here she is…almost 37…by her count!
In August of 1979 I wrote this…Jennifer is becoming quite independant. I told her “No cookies” She said “Know what? I am mad at you.”
The same year I wrote… Counts to 20, says her ABC’s reads to herself, she looks at the pictures and makes up stories.
Happy Birthday Jen! We are proud to be your parents!