Introducing...Owen Walker Sanders

As you all know, last Friday was Good Friday. For our family, though, it was more of a Great Friday. Our son, Owen, was born at 8:14 am. He weighed 9lbs. and was 21.5 inches long.












As you can see, Owen is a much bigger baby than Olivia was. (And with the way he has been eating, he will probably catch up to Olivia before too long.) He has quite a bit of brown hair, and greyish-blue eyes. There is a general concensus that he favors me- which I am happy about since Olivia looks so much like Brian.

Olivia is taking her job as a big sister very seriously. She loves to give her brother kisses, and she is also very helpful when it comes to jobs like covering Owen with a blanket and checking on him while he's sleeping. Brian and I are still trying to get into a routine of managing two small children. It's not been bad so far, and we hope that it continues to be this way.

Here is a picture of our family with its newest member. The only thing missing is Remy, but I don't think that they would let him into the hospital.

Chickens Beware...

Today we celebrated my (great) Granny Moore's 95th birthday with a dinner at her house. [As a side note- I really hope that I have her genes. She is 95, in good health, and still lives in her own home by herself. That's incredible!] After dinner, we walked next door to Uncle Johnny L's house. I remember that I loved doing this as a kid because Uncle Johnny L always had cool things to see and do on his farm. Not much has changed in that area- there are still all kinds of neat things for a kid to see and do on his farm, and I enjoyed watching Olivia play and explore.

The thing that really seemed to be the biggest hit with Olivia were the chickens. She enjoyed watching them walk around in the coop, and then she even discovered one white chicken that had managed to escape. She spent a good portion of the afternoon running around the pen trying to "catch" the chicken. Of course, she could never catch it. Her papa tried to help her out by herding the chicken her way, but it just flew up in the air at her (and me). I held my hands up and screamed like a wimp (I'm not a big fan of a bird flying toward my head), but Olivia wasn't phased. She kept right on chasing that chicken around.

In addition to having cool animals to look at, the farm was also equipped with one of those machines that you use to walk the horses around (I don't know what it's called). Uncle Johnny L had put a kiddie swing on it, and Olivia had a lot of fun going around and around on it. There was a switch in the middle that could make it go forward, backward, and stop. Olivia loved riding on it when it was her turn and did not really want to get off.

All of the running really wore Olivia out, and she was out like a light soon after we got home. How great it is to be a kid!