She didn't look like a Joline, whatever they look like.... eyes of emerald green and auburn hair apparently, so we named her Elenore.
It's been the name we've kept coming back to, over and over, and so finally it was like... why are we trying so hard to think of something else? We all like Elenore, we already call her Ellie... so there it is.
She's not even three weeks old and I can hardly remember what it was like before.
It's so different the second time around. Lou made me a mother. I was all hers and she was all I cared about. Ellie was born to a toddler mom.
But luckily I am the second daughter too. I grew up with my "Baby's first year" album still in its plastic case next to my sister's all filled in album, complete with foot prints and hair locks. Who has time for that stuff when you got to keep a toddler from climbing on the stove, explain why we can't ride our bikes to Pennsylvania, and cut the potato patties into exactly six pieces?
And I turned out fine. So Ellie Belly, Smelly Ellie, little sister, you will too. You'll find your way out of your sister's shadow and we will be there for you every step of the way.
