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Here are the first pics of our new little girl. She does look a lot like Sam, except for the chin. She’s really quiet and very cute. Click on the pics for a bigger version.

little sister! Baby Girl Barnett was born at 5:29pm. She is 20 inches long and weighs 6 pounds 12 ounces. She has really dark hair, long eyelashes. She has long skinny fingers and feet. And she has a little dimple in her chin. She’s just adorable! Mom and Dad were surprised, as we were expecting a boy. No particular reason, just a feeling. Well that was a surprise for sure! Now we just need to pick a name. I’ll get pictures posted soon.

They’re taking Cindy into the OR now. I need to change into my scrubs now and get the video camera ready. Hey, maybe they’ll let me do the final few stitches if I ask? I’m not a doctor, but I did stay at a Holiday Inn Express last night.

Total boy! Mike’s pacing. And we just discovered the white board incognito on the wall. Mike has already made two columns: Boy and Girl. The intent here is to write down our name choices in each column…

I’m kinda bored. We’re hoping that Mike’s parents remember how to get to the hospital. Dr. Beckwith’s running late. Again.

Mike’s getting ready…

Cindy is talking to the anesthesiologist. This is the part she hates the most, getting the epidural. I can tell she’s apprehensive as the doctor talks with her. At least she’s going into a lot of detail… about 10 minutes worth. It all sounds like voodoo science to me. She is really nice, but keeps saying odd things. Are anesthesiologists kind of weird?

We’re all checked in here at the hospital.  We are in our room, it’s nice.  We’ve been in these new rooms at Community North before, but this room is a little bigger.  Cindy is pacing a little.  She has already got the iPod out playing her “I’m about to have a baby” music.  She’s supposed to be getting into her gown, but instead she’s sorting her magazines alphabetically by date of issue. I forgot a bottle opener.

We’re ready to go…Sam is taking a nap after a fun-filled morning. We played, went to the park, took Oliver to his doggie camp, and had lunch. We’ve tried to explain what’s going on to him, but it’s pretty difficult trying to explain to an 18-month old how his life will really change in about 5 1/2 hours. Bless his heart…he really has no clue what’s going on…

So in my defense and in response to Mike’s last post, I just packed us for the hospital last night. Maybe he’s confusing his suitcase on our bedroom floor that’s still packed, or unpacked, from his last trip to school in Chicago??

The big day is here!  Cindy packed all of our clothes and other stuff last night.  Well, in reality she likely packed it two weeks ago based upon a checklist, being the planner she is.  I took a look in the suitcase and there are bath towels, hand towels, our own bar of soap.  I guess we’re moving in to the hospital.  Cindy should have been a boy scout. 

We are about to take Oliver to the k-word.  We don’t actually say it, because we’re pretty sure Oliver speaks English and knows what the k-word means, i.e., locked up with a bunch of other howling and barking dogs for 4 days and no tv.  In case you don’t know, “tv” for Oliver consists of sitting at the front or back door and staring out the window all day.  He does like going to the vet though, go figure.  Maybe he likes one of the nurses.

I almost screwed up big time last night making modifications to the web site.  It was down from about 10pm to 8am this morning.  No I wasn’t playing a practical joke, I just was trying to fix a problem with the rich text editor.  Apparently I should have had a Dev and Test server and a test script (don’t tell JJ.)  Anyway, all is good now.

The night before baby #2 arrives…..hmmmm….We had a great evening with our little Sam. He was in such a good mood - running around, giggling, yelling, and barking like a dog! We realized it was our last night with him for three nights! He’s staying with Grandma and Grampy for one night and Nini and Papa for two nights. He’ll have a blast with all of them! Sam will come to the hospital on Saturday morning to see the new baby. It’s Mike’s birthday on Saturday, so it should be a fun day for everyone!

We’re taking last minute bets on the sex…but even though I dreamt it was a blond hair, blue eyed little girl, hands down, it’s a TOTAL BOY! Mike thinks it’s a boy, I think it’s a boy…basically, everyone thinks it’s a boy, except my brother Jeff. So we’ll see…and for those of you who still don’t believe we don’t have names, we really, really don’t have names yet! We’re not worried about it…we have to meet the little person first to decide! And to the social security/birth certificate lady in the hospital…Sam wasn’t named for 72 hours, so don’t plan on this one being named any sooner!

I don’t get it. I mean, I’m with it, you know, down with today’s trends in fashion. I know what’s hip, what’s not. One thing that is not hip is this stupid hat. I mean look at it. Floppy hats are cool at Wrigley Field in the bleachers when you got it for free for signing up for a new credit card or if you’re an 80 year old man fly fishing in some river in Minnesota and you don’t want to lose your lures because you can’t remember if you took your blood pressure pill that morning. Outside of those two cases, floppy hats are so not cool. Floppy hats that tie around your chin are especially not cool… exponentially so. I guess you would think that your mommy is smarter than you are. I mean, my mom is like ancient, more years old than I am in months. Heck, she’s closer to 40 than 20.  Think of all the wisdom she surely has accumulated over all those years.  Oh well, I guess I’ll have to teach her how to get street cred with the bro’s and take her to Lids where I can get a fly Yankees hat that I leave the tags on and wear at a 45 degree angle. To the right. Yo.