|OMIGOD! MY PRACTICALLY-GOD-NIECE HAD SIX KIDS!|
Bahaha. I kill me. This is all just one beautiful, beautiful miracle baby by the name of Makenna. Why a miracle, you ask? Aaahhh ...
And now, I'd like to present to you: a miracle. A beautiful baby girl child by the name of Makenna. And while any baby is miraculous, this adorable tot has been elevated to supreme miracle status by dint of the fact that she was birthed by someone that I used to friggin babysit. (Kinda. I mean, I lived with her mom and we raised them kids-a-hers like they was community chillern, cuz that's just how you dang well do things when ya live in Camberdge, Ontareeyo.)
Wow, I haven't spoken hillbilly since I left that town seven years ago. Strange how it all came twanging back to me like a wrestling injury. I'm beginning to understand the strange inner workings of Miley Cyrus.
Anyway, point being, wee Katie ... whom I vividly remember scorching noodles and calling it dinner, shrieking that she'd found a dead mouse bobbing in a grave of cooking oil (you did throw that thing out, right Katie?), performing dance moves in our living room, turning every game of cards into a blackjack table at which she somehow always won ... has now grown into a beautiful young woman who has given birth to a beautiful daughter.
AND YET I HAVE MIRACULOUSLY NOT AGED ONE IOTA!
You have my permission to call the Vatican and inform them that a live beatification is in order.
Here's another pic of Baby Makenna cooing while you mull that phone call.