Earlier today I blogged about a Chilly 90 Degree Sikes Lake Nature Communing With Baby Cambri June in which I made mention of learning of the arrival of a new relative.
In that blogging the last thing I wrote was "I have yet to see photo documentation of the newest family member."
That is no longer the case. Photo documentation arrived on my phone a few minutes ago, which would make that the beautiful baby Cambri June you see above, and below.
In the second photo, mama Carissa is bottling baby Cambri June, whilst big brother Cade Christopher assists.
In addition to the photo documentation, the phone text message, sent by Cade and Cambri's Grandma Jackie, corrected me as to Cade's middle name, about which I was erroneous in the blog post earlier today.
It is Cade Christopher, not Cade Jay or Cade Jack.
I don't know what it is, at my elderly age, which gets to me when I get news of a new relative baby. The news instantly makes me happy, and then strangely teary-eyed. The getting emotional part is a bit perplexing.
It may have something to do with being the oldest sibling. I was too young to remember when my eldest sibling was born, which would be brother Jake. He is only 13 months younger than me. I do remember when our eldest sister, that being Nancy, was born. Nancy's birthplace was a hospital in Mount Vernon.
It was the birthday of Cade and Cambri's grandma, my little sister, Jackie, which was the most memorable. It was February 12, 1961. In Burlington, the hospital was a block from our abode. The morning Jackie was born our dad told me to bring my siblings, Jake and Nancy, to the curb on the south side of Fairhaven Avenue, in about half an hour, and look up to the 4th floor.
We did as instructed. And soon we saw our dad holding our new baby sister up to a window so we could see her.
I remember it being so much fun being big brother to baby Jackie. We really did spoil her with attention. I remember taking her on bike rides, and other such things. Such is likely why I so enjoyed it when I found myself having nephews to dote on.
Nine years after the arrival of baby Jackie, my final sibling arrived. On April 13, 1970.
I remember driving mom somewhere when she told me I was gonna have a new baby brother or sister. We waited a week or two to tell brother Jake and sister Nancy. Baby Jackie was the last to be told. The whole family went into Jackie's bedroom to tell her.
We did not anticipate Jackie's reaction. She refused to accept the fact that a new baby was arriving. Eventually Jackie got used to the idea.
I remember the morning baby sister, Michele, was born. Many of my classmates knew what was happening. There was a phone anyone could use outside the principal's office. I called United General Hospital, asking for Mrs. Chatt, family friend and the head nurse at the hospital. Everyone around me knew I was calling to find out if it was a boy or a girl.
Mrs. Chatt got on the phone. I asked if all was all right. Mrs. Chatt then told me I have a new baby sister. I turned to the gathered crowd and said, it's a girl. There was a loud collective groan. I guess the hope of many was that the baby would be a boy.
Later that day Linda Lou and I went to the hospital to see my new baby sister for the first time. One of the first things mom said to me was something along the line of "Mrs. Chatt said it sounded like you called from a loud assembly." No, I told mom, there were just a lot of people in the hall.
Anyway, I think it is these type memories which sort of effect how I react to the news of a new baby arriving in the family...
In addition to the photo documentation, the phone text message, sent by Cade and Cambri's Grandma Jackie, corrected me as to Cade's middle name, about which I was erroneous in the blog post earlier today.
It is Cade Christopher, not Cade Jay or Cade Jack.
I don't know what it is, at my elderly age, which gets to me when I get news of a new relative baby. The news instantly makes me happy, and then strangely teary-eyed. The getting emotional part is a bit perplexing.
It may have something to do with being the oldest sibling. I was too young to remember when my eldest sibling was born, which would be brother Jake. He is only 13 months younger than me. I do remember when our eldest sister, that being Nancy, was born. Nancy's birthplace was a hospital in Mount Vernon.
It was the birthday of Cade and Cambri's grandma, my little sister, Jackie, which was the most memorable. It was February 12, 1961. In Burlington, the hospital was a block from our abode. The morning Jackie was born our dad told me to bring my siblings, Jake and Nancy, to the curb on the south side of Fairhaven Avenue, in about half an hour, and look up to the 4th floor.
We did as instructed. And soon we saw our dad holding our new baby sister up to a window so we could see her.
I remember it being so much fun being big brother to baby Jackie. We really did spoil her with attention. I remember taking her on bike rides, and other such things. Such is likely why I so enjoyed it when I found myself having nephews to dote on.
Nine years after the arrival of baby Jackie, my final sibling arrived. On April 13, 1970.
I remember driving mom somewhere when she told me I was gonna have a new baby brother or sister. We waited a week or two to tell brother Jake and sister Nancy. Baby Jackie was the last to be told. The whole family went into Jackie's bedroom to tell her.
We did not anticipate Jackie's reaction. She refused to accept the fact that a new baby was arriving. Eventually Jackie got used to the idea.
I remember the morning baby sister, Michele, was born. Many of my classmates knew what was happening. There was a phone anyone could use outside the principal's office. I called United General Hospital, asking for Mrs. Chatt, family friend and the head nurse at the hospital. Everyone around me knew I was calling to find out if it was a boy or a girl.
Mrs. Chatt got on the phone. I asked if all was all right. Mrs. Chatt then told me I have a new baby sister. I turned to the gathered crowd and said, it's a girl. There was a loud collective groan. I guess the hope of many was that the baby would be a boy.
Later that day Linda Lou and I went to the hospital to see my new baby sister for the first time. One of the first things mom said to me was something along the line of "Mrs. Chatt said it sounded like you called from a loud assembly." No, I told mom, there were just a lot of people in the hall.
Anyway, I think it is these type memories which sort of effect how I react to the news of a new baby arriving in the family...
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