On Sunday Henry turned four weeks old! Is that really possible? Seems like it has flown by . . . and I hear time only passes more quickly as they grow older. Yikes!
I finally found the words to the Monday's Child poem-we've been wondering what it said about Sunday's child, so here it is:
Mondays child is fair of face,
Tuesdays child is full of grace,
Wednesdays child is full of woe,
Thursdays child has far to go,
Fridays child is loving and giving,
Saturdays child works hard for his living,
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
It was a great Sunday-we had some special visitors. My maternal grandmother came to visit along with my cousin Whitney, and my Aunt Kaye and Uncle Dan.
We are so thankful that Henry met his great grandmother! For those of you that don't know, my Granny is one active and wonderful lady. She works part time, is a very competitive bowler (bowling in leagues and such), plays bridge each week, she is an accomplished seamstress, and is very active in her church. 
Great Aunt Kaye . . . Henry is yawning in this picture, not screaming.
Snuggle time with Dad.
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I love Henry on Gary's chest! So adorable!
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