Today, 12-12-12, is Younger Son's birthday.
Thirty-seven years ago at five o'clock in the morning, Husband took Fiorella, who was two weeks overdue, to the hospital for induced labor. They had faithfully attended the Lamaze classes, but such was not to be: the pitocin didn't work so later that afternoon Fio was wheeled into the operating room for an emergency Caesarian.
No wonder--Younger Son turned out to be a whopping eleven pounds, seven ounces. He was king of the nursery. The staff had to send out for larger-sized diapers, and his neck muscles were strong enough for him to lift up his head when the nurses photographed him.
Son's taking the day off from work today, and the family is getting together at Austin Land and Cattle tonight to celebrate the first day of the rest of his life. Things are looking up for him right now--but then, he's always been an up-and-comer.