We received the results of Becky’s genetic testing.

As we expected, Becky has Down syndrome.

I’ve been slowly healing and recovering from my surgery. Mom spends lots of time holding me and singing.

I love Frank Sinatra’s High Hopes. I also like Swinging on a Star, even if Mom doesn’t quite sound like Bing Crosby.

I’ve been rather popular on Google Hangouts and Zoom calls.

And I’ve learned some basic video-chat etiquette.

I continue to recover from surgery.

It’s a slow process. Mom tells me that slow and steady wins the race. At least the race that I am running.

There have been many sweet (and some downright hilarious) comments made about Becky by her family members.

Since I don’t know how to weave these little episodes into one coherent story, I decided to present them as vignettes, tasty little morsels from the first days of Becky’s life.

Mom’s Google calendar reminded her that she was supposed to have a baby today.

Thanks to me, she has finally done something ahead of schedule!

Mom met Becky about thirty minutes before she was transported for surgery. It was enough time to make a brief acquaintance and take a couple of pictures.

Today is a big day for Becky. Her abdominal surgery is scheduled for 2:30pm.

This morning, I found her resting peacefully, tucked on her side, lullabies playing soothingly over the speaker. They have cranked the heat in her room to keep her comfortable. I am fairly certain that I could grow tomatoes in here.