Have you met my daughter, Hannah? Born on the eighth day of the eighth month of the eighth year, and under a lucky star. As much as we could say we were unlucky that she had this annoying metabolic disorder, and more unlucky still to have had a metabolic crisis and a stroke in her first two days of life, we were lucky that Claire's lucky and unlucky c-section birth set in motion a need to have another c-section, and that having had Hannah delivered by c-section meant she was still at the hospital when her temperature dropped and her blood sugar tested low and after feeding didn't work she was eventually given a glucose IV (coulda been faster, like oh, say, STAT, the way it was written in her chart, but still) and that administration of glucose put an end to more damage occurring then and there. So the luck and the unluck combine, the yin and the yang, the peanut butter and the jelly, and you still get a lovely girl, a lucky one, my daughter.
Some say she is lucky to have me, but I think I am luckier still to have her. Go back and look at that first picture here. Go on, I'll wait. She is airborne. She is brave and bold and funny and strong and beautiful and wicked smart. And best of all, she is mine. She says "I got you, Mommy! I got you!" I got her.
She worships her sister, and who wouldn't. Claire is so sparkly she competes with the sun. Really, she does.
Look at that muscle tone!
Admire the hand placement.
Even at a birthday party where three-year-olds get amped up on Costco cake and become increasingly irrational, who wouldn't smile with a daughter like this one? Costs of renting a bounce house facility for a private party - more than some say is appropriate for a toddler. Seeing her airborne? Priceless.