Sophie Grace Webster was born today at 9:30 a.m. She is a tiny, bright-eyed specimen — already observing, questioning, winking, yawning...sleeping. She has a most un-baby-like nose that is pointy and distinctly like her dad's, who is cute, thankfully. I like her. I hope Lu does too.

This newest addition to our circle of friends is happy and strange. Am thinking of the Stacy I met TEN years ago almost to the week, and is hard to imagine that we are mothers now. But then again, it seems just right. Stacy is already, even less than day into it, the perfect balance of sarcasm and shmoopiness, the funny mom. I can't wait for the Sophie stories. Her mother's wit will torture her later.

These babies. Humans, and...not. Like humans mixed with puppies — the sweet animal quality makes you tolerate things you never would from someone with teeth and cheekbones. I know I keep saying this, but I just can't believe it. A miracle every time. And we have had two in one week.