


And in typical Riley fashion she also wanted to direct the activities. Once she'd "held" Garret for about 12 seconds she'd say "Grammy's turn!" or "Pepere turn!" or "Auntie Jen turn!" or "Daddy's turn!" or "Mommy's turn!"
Though 9 times out of 10, it was deemed "Grammy's turn!" A kiss for her baby brother.
The proud Grammy!
And the proud Auntie.
Garret looks a LOT like Jeff did as a baby, for those of you who haven't seen the thousands of pictures. It was a little unreal. The whole first night when I was holding him and looking at him, I literally had a hard time associating the fact that Garret was his own being and not in fact my brother. Very strange I realize especially since I wasn't old enough to remember Jeff at birth... but the images of him at that age are so ingrained in my head that Garret was just little Jeff to me for a few hours.
Doesn't he look so sweet and peaceful?
This hat was compliments of Daddy who has deemed him a Red Sox fan apparently :)

My goodness he looks so tiny in that big car seat! Melissa toting home many gifts and flowers.
Leaving Ellison 13 with Garret all snuggled in, with the blanket I made for him.
And ready to walk out into the world.
Its crazy out there, Garret, I'm not going to lie to you, but you've got lots of people who love you more than you'll ever possibly know and so we'll do our best to guide you and keep you strong. Make us proud little guy :)