Meet our little "June" bug

Wow, I can't believe I'm writing this post. Please meet our daughter, June Hao Gill! In our arms at 3:20 pm, asleep by 3:45 pm and screaming like a banshee at 4:15 until we left for dinner at 6. Paul and I sweated through several shirts trying to soothe her in our hotel room. She cried, cried, cried. There were a few quiet breaks, at which point we heard babies wailing in other rooms, too. To which Paul sighed, "Thank god, it's not only us." I was thinking the same thing. Somehow we got through it and she ate like a trooper at dinner. We actually boarded a bus and went to a fancy restaurant -- exactly the sort of thing you want to do with a child you've known for all of two hours, right? Mom forgot the bib. Oh well. There goes one outfit.
June is probably the most wiggly baby of our bunch. She just won't sit still. She's climbing us like Everest. We're convinced that she's been held alot because she refuses, at least for now, to touch the ground, although we think she can walk. She's just not ready to show that to us yet. She's also a little sick - a phlegmy cough and lots of tugging on her ears. We'll have the doc inspect tomorrow. She's had enough trauma for one day. She's asleep now as I type (so is Masala Papa).

I looked around at all of us eating dinner tonight with our babies and just couldn't believe what I was seeing. Four hours earlier at lunch, we were eight couples. Tonight, we're eight families. We're a family. Welcome home, June.