LOOKIE HEA! It is my most genuine honor to introduce to you Fable Luella, born this morning to Rebecca, Hal, Archer, and the interwebs. I have never met her, but I will love her as my own, as will you. Look at those lips! Are you kidding me?
For you contest-winners, the details you want to know are these:
7 pounds 4oz
18 1/2 inches
Welcome to this crazy place, Fable. May you live a long and prosperous one, replete with riches of love and a solid retirement plan. You have won the Mommy-lottery, my darling. And your dad's OK, too. Be nice to Archer, for he is your guide here and will teach you well.
Welcome, welcome, welcome, little baby. We are happy to have you.
Rebecca called me yesterday mid-morning and informed me that her doctor informed her that with a break of the waters, she would be good as back in her Manolos by morning. He did not lie. She was calm, ready, and Rebecca as ever. A stoic warrior goddess in Prada. Everyone is doing very, very well. Bec describes Fable as "to die gorgeous" and swears to Rockabye that she will be right back here with photographs, birth stories, placenta pics (just kidding), and her usual brand of heartbreakingly perfect wordistry just as soon as she gets out of the hospital.
Congratulations, my loves. Kisses on all your faces.
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