I don’t feel old enough to have earned the title of “Great Aunt” — although I’ve always been an aunt who is great. My own great aunts always seemed ancient.
But I am Great Aunt Beth (GAB for short) now four times over — twice on hubby Bryan’s side of the family and twice on my own. My most recent Greatness came when niece Gretchen gave birth on Wednesday night to a girl, weighing 8 pounds 1 ounce. Due to some indecision on her parents’ part, baby girl Ennis was as yet unnamed today, although I’ve heard through the grapevine (sister Margaret) that they finally decided on Millie Marie.
I’m not so sure about the Millie part, but I’m pleased as punch with the middle name, which also belongs to me and new mom Gretchen. Three generations with Marie in the middle. Pretty cool.
Millie Marie will be welcomed home by big brother Mason Martin — our two M&Ms. A lot of alliteration to deal with.
One of the pleasures of being Great is that you are obligated to buy something completely frivolous as a baby gift. No doubt I will spend some time today at Main Street Kids looking for something appropriately frilly and pink. (I also feel obligated to buy really annoying gifts; that’s why Mason recently received a child-sized drum trap set.)