Pickle was born on a Monday, so by Sunday I was feeling pretty good. Why not sit at church when I would just be sitting at home anyway? Everyone wanted a look at Pickle of course, but everybody was very good about giving her the distance she required. Germs? Whatever….
I gave her a bath and did her hair with a little curly-Q:
She wore a little dress from my friend Kelly and some jelly shoes. She slept the entire time. I had a sub for my Sunbeam class, but visited for a few minutes so that they could meet the baby. They each took a turn touching her foot. They were very good for their substitute teachers.