My sister and brother in law had an adorable baby girl last week and they named her Antigone Eliza.
I love her name and I love the girl herself even more. She is perfection. Beautiful!
My Mum and I were out walking when we got the news that Tigs had arrived. After a lot of squeals, we dashed home, crying big crocodile tears of joy and then quickly made our way to the hospital. Holding my niece when she was all of three hours old was such a wonderful feeling. I was staring down at her thinking – Wow! You’re the new one in our family and it’s going to be so much fun! You’re going to be my little friend that I can do silly dances with and wear funny hats for. We’re going to read together and make play dough and I’m going to get to be part of your life and watch you grow up and I just can’t wait for it all. But I want it to go slowly too so I can take note of every little thing.
So yes, I’m a little more than completely obsessed. Every time I get sent a new photo of Tigs, I share it with every living soul in a 50 km radius. I just love her so much.
This little munchkin looks so peaceful and pretty when she sleeps. And check out those biceps!
When she’s awake, she’s a squigly, funny little babe. I could look at her for ever and ever.
What is even more beautiful though is seeing my sister with her first baby. Tigs is lucky because Leigh is already a good, good Mummy.
So I’m thinking that the gushing is getting out of control here. Can you stand it? In summary, I love my Antigone.