Once upon a time there was a family with nine children.
Those children grew up and had children of their own.
And after years of dreaming of being a mother, the baby of those nine had a baby of her own...
...Smack-dab in the middle of London. Which, as exciting and dreamy as it was, was still far, far away from those eight siblings of hers.
So she and her husband came to the states to let them all meet her little dreamy baby Moses.
Her favorite older sister (;)) and niece made the trek (with stars in their eyes since they both had chronic cases of IWAN) to go make acquaintance with that newborn.
I'm pretty sure that baby Moses felt about the same way they did:
They cooed at him:
...who even at one point had them all stop to "taste" the freshness of the air.
(I don't think anyone in the whole wide world internalizes nature like that man up there.)
Baby Moses tasted his own share of nature by letting out some great wails to celebrate his two-month mark:
And that older sibling felt ever-grateful for that uniquely wonderful Dad of hers.
...and that darling daughter she got to bring along.
Father/daughter horseback riding was in order to celebrate the perfect amount of crispness setting into the air.
...and baby hugs:
...where the darling dad of that desert family had held down the fort, whipping out a fabulous a braid in the youngest daughter's hair one day:
And supporting that cheering star:
And all was well in the world.
The End (for now)
Congratulations Charity and Ian! Thanks for letting us snuggle up that baby boy! So excited for you and your new family addition!