Dear Family Well our little Emily arrived on Thursday morning. A beautiful little girl with long fingers, a crumpled little face, and with longish fair hair. Thank you for all you good wishes. Oh yes her second name is Chantelle - after her mom. Chantelle arrived home with her yesterday - I always remember the drives from hospital that I had with my newborn children and how tense I was in case we had an accident. Paul called in here for breakfast before going to fetch Chantelle and Emily and I told him that the drive home from hospital is amongst my most vivid memories of my children's births. He retorted saying that he was not in the least concerned about this because he had been driving Emily around for nine months already. Anyway they arrived home without mishap and then the visitors started to arrive to have a real good look at the baby. Vanessa, Mom, Marinda (Chantelle's mother) and I led the charge - followed by Sally and her two girls who did not even have time to greet us in their rush to see the baby. Marinda has cried with happiness since Emily's birth. One just has to mention the baby and she bursts into tears. She has taken leave to spend the first few days with Chantelle and the baby. Mom has been thrilled with the new baby and almost melts when she gets to hold her. Emily is a short baby only 49cm long compared to my other grandchildren who were all about 60cm. Both Paul and Chantelle are tall so it is going to be interesting to see in years to come whether she will be tall or not. On Saturday afternoon Mom and Vanessa went down to the hospital to see Chantelle and Emily. There was a chair next to the bed and naturally Mom sat on it. About half way through the visit a young man and his girlfriend, who are friends of Paul's, arrived to visit. Everyone was astounded when Mom stood up and offered her chair to this young man. He of course was horrified and very embarrassed and refused Mom's offer - but he was not off the hook yet - Mom insisted that he should sit down. He steadfastly and resolutely refused. Mom, not to be outdone, would not sit on the chair either and so for the rest of the visit the chair remained unoccupied. This young guy must have thought that he looked very frail for this old granny to offer her chair to him. A few minutes ago while busy typing this Mom came into the office and patted me on the shoulder and said, "shame Frank you are not feeling well, I will buy you a tonic." I was quite amazed and amused and had to refrain from laughing. As mom walked off I thought that I should ask her what tonic she would buy - I bet it will be Cod Liver Oil and Malt. It was quite weird because this little conversation took me back to my childhood - and perhaps that is where Mom was. Mom is always very concerned about everyone. All for now Frank