I didn't want too much time to pass before I told about this daughter of ours. Last Wednesday night, with a precipitous and mighty entrance, Candelaria Margot was born. I am still reeling from her birth, so strange and so amazing; life at home as usual and then this baby girl thundering through my body in under 4 hours. The details: She weighed 8lbs. 6 oz. and was 20 inches tall, our smallest baby at birth. On the Filipino/Caucasian Spectrum, she definitely leans toward the tropical hula girl side rather than the hardy Nordic chick. She has little sounds, halfway between squeaks and actual vocal notes. They're very soft and sound sort of bird-like. Her favorite hangouts are: nursing at the breast, sleeping on Geoff's chest (fave T's are the super soft Mickey Mouse T and the Confucian saying T), and watching her brothers bustle in and out of the room with masks or trains. When I laid eyes on her, I had this recognition like, "Yeah, I know you." The Psalm says, " You knit me in my mother's womb. . . " I saw her and I thought, "This is was being knit inside me all along." I am blown away and won over by this little baby.