Tuesday, November 18, 2008

New Baby Alert!

No, not me. Thank goodness. Had I mentioned that my little sister was pregnant with her FIFTH baby? I know, I don't know how it is that we're related either.

Anyway, Caroline Lenore Myers joined our clan last night at about 10pm MST making a grand total of 8 grandkids for my parents now. I am Aunt Bobo for the 6th time!

Introducing Caroline Lenore!

Mom and Erin with Caroline. I need to note here that these pictures are courtesy of Erin's friend Laurie. Thank you, Laurie, for the pictures! Ashley and Laurie were both present for the birth! I say way to go, girls. I tend to not have a stomach for such things like, you know, birth.

Have I ever mentioned why all my nieces and nephews call me Aunt Bobo? It started back when Garvin wasn't even a year old--he's 10 now! I had this outfit that I LOVED. Remember those one piece romper-style thingys that had the big wide legs? It looked like you were wearing a big long dress until you moved and then people realized you were actually wearing pants. I can still picture it. Oh, how I loved that outfit. Such '90s fashion.

Eamonn, on the other hand, hated it. He called it The Clown Suit.

One time when Tara and Garvin were visiting Ohio, we were all at my Mom's. I recall sitting around on the floor and playing with Garvin and trying to get him to say "Natalie." I must have been wearing The Clown Suit, because Eamonn said, "He might as well call you Bobo the Clown. You've already got the outfit and the crazy hair, all you need are the floppy shoes and big red nose! Say it, Garvin! Bobo!" And say it Garvin did. From that day forward, I have been Aunt Bobo. I'm not sure any of the nieces and nephews know I have a real name.

So whatever happened to The Clown Suit? Alas, it's gone, probably a rag for some auto mechanic somewhere by this point. Or if I think happier thoughts, maybe someone with great taste found it at the thrift store and is wearing it while panhandling on the streets of Columbus this very second.


Leeann said...

Awwww, Congratulations Auntie Bobo!
And Welcome to the world, Caroline!

Was it a home birth? She looks awfully new in those pictures!


Mom on the Run said...

What is it about husband's and their need to point out what is wrong with an outfit or right with it? My husband and I could not disagree more on my clothes. I won't go shopping with him...we are always at cross purposes on selections.

I also had a one piece romper-type outfit with short wide legs. I hated it as I had to undo the whole thing to use the restroom. No surprises as to who purchased it...my husband. I quietly donated it to Purple Heart. RIP romper suit.

Anne Kimnach said...

That does look like a home birth, is it? I am always amazed at the courage it takes to do a home birth! Did you know Kevin's mom had four of her kids at home? Kevin was the only one born in a hospital.

I totally remember those clown outfits. I loved them, you were dressed up, yet comfy.

in a world surrounded by men said...

Yes, it was a home birth AND a water birth. Erin was awesome and I loved being there! It was the fourth birth I been to of her five!!!

Well Aunt Bobo, that is a hilarious story. Your hubby sounds as hilarious as you - he must have been holding back during the ONE time I've met him!

I'll email some more pics today, but if Erin complains that they are flying over the waves of the internet, you take the blame, ok? Oh, I'll be sure to include all the bloody, gory ones too. :-)

Good-Dees said...

Are you sure that a 90's outfit- maybe it was a leftover from the 70's? I think I need a photo to convince me.

1dreamr said...

Congratulations, Aunt Bobo! She is *BEAUTIFUL*!!

PS - I'm pretty sure I saw your, um, "special" clown suit outfit at the corner of Broad and High today. :-)

Mountain Mama said...

I am pretty sure your "beautiful" suit is not being worn by Anyone Anywhere in this world. Dream on!

Caroline is beautiful. Just saw her again today. Grandma was kinda hogging her and then she shared with the rest of us ~ for a short time.

Wish you could have been there. In the other room, of course.