My colleague D emailed three responses to N’s birth announcement:
–cool beans. n was the name of one of our donkeys. we sold her.
–other than a birthday, n and jesus have another tidbit in common…. little known fact, jesus weighed 8 pounds 2 ounces when he was born.
–however, here is a difference, jesus was not born at home.
Unfortunately, the birth announcement that I sent to the White House bounced because of the cute photos (“Message size exceeds administrative limit”). But my friend R wrote:
–Congratulations!!!!! Sometimes I like going though people’s group mail and seeing who they sent the email to. The White House (president@whitehouse.gov): I’m sure the president will be thrilled to hear about your newborn. I didn’t know you guys were tight with the president. You got a wonderful gift for Christmas. Too bad that M’s name is not Mary….but then again that would mean C wouldn’t be the father.
But as someone commented to me last night, it’s better to be born on Christmas rather than just near it, even if either means your birthday will be forever forgotten. I guess it’s better to be special and forgotten rather than just plain old not remembered.