Follow-Up Pics On Our New Addition to the Family

Did you really think I'd let you by with only 5 days of Miss Norah? We really do wrap this up today with a smattering of pics that I just couldn't leave out. Lord, some of these are so damn sweet, wrenching, hopeful, well, words can't describe them.

In what may be the most endearing photo I have ever seen, this is new mom looking up at new dad with an expression of, "Look what we did." I like giving credit where it is due, and you know, I don't think I took this one. Not sure who it was, perhaps, Nancy, but this is one neat picture. It rather encapsulates the hopes fears and love of all mothers.

The pride and joy of every new mom, this says it all.

A new life in good hands.

New Dad Drew, with Norah Grace.

Weighed, measured and cleaned. May I present, our Norah.

Before the big event Drew and I playing Angry Birds.

Now this is an important and welcome new addition to the "future-father-pacing-in-waiting-room" routine. Angry Birds, or Stupid Zombies keep guys occupied without being under foot, a nuisance, or wondering how they are going to pay for everything the next 18 years.

Whispering to future dad to look lively since a camera is pointed as us. Thanks for looking at what must be boring pictures for non-family members the past week or so. Now on to other entries.

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