Hers is a unique birth story and she is a very unique person. It was a planned home birth, but what wasn't planned was that the midwives didn't make it on time and her daddy delivered her. The neighbor and about 10 EMTs were around soon after and the midwives finally arrived as well. She was the heaviest baby: 9 lbs. Tornadoes were going through town at the very time of birth. I remember she was born and she just laid there blinking peacefully staring up at her daddy. She was so calm amidst the storm. Phillip thought she was wasn't breathing and so slapped her a little to make her take a breath and cry, and all that peace soon disappeared. But her trusting eyes stay in my memory.
At four months old I took her to camp with me. That was a crazy idea. She did very well considering. The girls in the cabin loved her, of course. Doesn't she look like a baby doll?
She and Jonathan have always been good buddies. Phillip often refers to them as an old married couple, the way they gripe at each other. Phoebe especially will boss him around or gripe at Jonathan and he'll just keep doing what he's doing, ignoring her or saying, "Whatever."
She loved getting into the pantry at this house. One time she got out the loaf of bread and had each slice lined up on the couch. Here is where she got out the flour and was playing with it on the side table.
Castillo de San Marcos in St. Augustine. This was a favorite place to visit.
She was named after her grandma Phoebe Ruth.
They used to play train for hours.