Framed

In my family, a baby poll is serious business. You must ante up a dollar to make your guesses. A final and comprehensive list of the predictions is then published and circulated so that everyone knows where they stand. And the winner takes the pot.

The goal is to pick the day that the baby will be born, and birthweight is the first tiebreaker. In our poll for Evelyn (known only as "baby e" at the time) there were 23 contestants.

Aunt Patty was the winner; she was actually the only one to pick March 12th. And she was kind enough to put her winnings toward a gift for Evelyn.

Right now, the photo mat letters are filled with fabric that matches Evy's bedding and curtains. We're going to print out some black & white pictures to replace the fabric when we get a chance.

The funniest part about all of this is that Aunt Patty left an answering machine message for us on the day she picked in the poll, wishing Steph an easy labor for our "7 pound 12 ounce" baby. She was pretty close. Little did she know that the reason we didn't answer her call was because we were at the hospital having our 7 pound 10 ounce Evelyn.