Look at my big blue eyes and full head of hair. My parents are really proud of me and I am a wonderfully good girl. Newport Hospital was a nice place to be born. It almost looked like a hotel room. The nurses swaddled me up and Dad held me for the first hour and a half. I just looked around and looked around with my big blue eyes.
I have Dad's ears and facial features and Gram Farrington's big feet. I hardly fit newborn socks. My hands are big and I have piano fingers, long and tapered. My cheeks are perfect for pinching. I can even do it myself.
From day one, I was a good sleeper. While in the hospital, Mom tried to spoil me by holding me all the first night and half the second. (That was only because I was soo interested in my suroundings, I wanted to stay up, be held and look at them.) The hospital window had a beautiful view of Narraganset Bay and the victorian roofs of Newport Harbor. When I got home, Dad stepped in and straightend me right out. I now sleep well in the play pen down stairs during the day and in the cradle upstairs at night.
