The second night in the hospital with Baby Ervin was not a good night. And THAT is an understatement. It’s the day that I found out that my oldest brother had died. I was a MESS.
My good friend and sister-in-jewelry, Kari, came to see us (before the news was broken). She told me not to post any bad pictures of her, but I think this one is pretty cute.
The big three. They had met Ervin the day before, but for the first time, they were all ENTRANCED by the baby.
We had two other visitors that night, my good friend Stacy, and her oldest daughter, Emma. Emma is right at that age when she, I think, LOVES babies.
