Yesterday my little sister, Sara, and her husband, Jeff, welcomed their second child - a little boy to join their daughter, Lily - into the world.
Carter Shane received his name from both sides of his family: Carter is my mom's maiden name, and Shane is Jeff's middle name. Sara and Jeff created baby name brackets - similar to March Madness brackets - while Sara was pregnant with both of their kids so that family and friends could play along as the two of them narrowed their 64 name choices down to the final winner. I'm bragging only a little when I tell you that while I missed a few in the early rounds, I correctly selected Carter's first AND middle names. I'm expecting a fantastic prize...probably something like getting to potty train Lily the next time I visit Illinois.
Carter weighed in at 8 pounds 13 ounces and measured 21 inches long, which is kind of impressive given that he was born nearly two weeks early. The doctors wouldn't have let Sara go until 40 weeks anyway because she weighed 9 pounds 12 ounces when she was born and Jeff weighed like 17 pounds at birth. (I kid, I kid. Jeff was close to 11 pounds when he was born though, and a few years ago we got a kick out of the fact that at her four month check-up, Hallie finally reached her Uncle Jeff's birth weight. I tip my hat to Jeff's mom, Peggy.)
I've written before about how Lily is Sara's mini-me, and we really expected that this little boy would be the spitting image of his daddy, just to keep it fair, you know. And while we of course have no idea what Carter will look like when he gets older, right now he looks EXACTLY like Sara did as a newborn. Apparently her genes are freakishly strong. (Like Tom's - neither of my kids look anything like me.)