This is the last picture taken of "Belle." Alasdair's family has a tradition of picking obscure Old Testament names to call babies in-utero. Ours was Zerubabel (I'll have to ask Alasdair who that is again!), and once we found out she was a girl, it became "Belle". It was a fun way for the baby to have an identity while keeping her name top secret. I can't believe we made it all the way through the pregnancy without slipping! This picture is taken at a graduation celebration for all (11!) people from our church who graduated from Westminster Seminary this spring, including Alasdair and his mom, Libbie. I was 39 weeks pregnant. Baby Belle graciously waited to make her appearance until Daddy & Granny Groves finished finals and graduation, Auntie Eowyn graduated from high school, and Uncle Alden turned 16. (We'd been hoping for birthday buddies, but that was not to be.)
Monday, July 20, 2009
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This is the last picture taken of "Belle." Alasdair's family has a tradition of picking obscure Old Testament names to call babies in-utero. Ours was Zerubabel (I'll have to ask Alasdair who that is again!), and once we found out she was a girl, it became "Belle". It was a fun way for the baby to have an identity while keeping her name top secret. I can't believe we made it all the way through the pregnancy without slipping! This picture is taken at a graduation celebration for all (11!) people from our church who graduated from Westminster Seminary this spring, including Alasdair and his mom, Libbie. I was 39 weeks pregnant. Baby Belle graciously waited to make her appearance until Daddy & Granny Groves finished finals and graduation, Auntie Eowyn graduated from high school, and Uncle Alden turned 16. (We'd been hoping for birthday buddies, but that was not to be.)
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