Reasons to drink champagne at 10.30 at night

I'm a Grandma to Elijah Matthew Hill!

He took his time, and it was a difficult birth for his poor mum, so he is spending the night in Intensive Care to sort out his breathing.  But he's here.

It won't be long before I can entertain little Elijah with my special brand of bedtime story.  Whoop whoop!  Won't he just LOVE them?
























Comments

  1. Debbie Coope5/7/12 14:50

    Hello, Granny Hill.

    Congrats!

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  2. Unknown5/7/12 14:51

    Happy birthday, Elijah!

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  3. Diana Studer5/7/12 14:53

    Congratulations! They grow up so fast?

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  4. stephen Hayes5/7/12 15:19

    You sound like a proud grandma. Congratulations to you and the new mom and dad.

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  5. Linds5/7/12 15:20

    Congratulations! You will love being Elijah's Granny, I know!

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  6. Pam 5/7/12 15:31

    Oh, so happy for you! He does look advanced - sitting up already. Congrats, Granny Hill.

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  7. Pam 5/7/12 15:32

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  8. Janie Junebug5/7/12 16:29

    His grammar and his granny will be perfect.

    Love,
    Janie

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  9. fishducky5/7/12 20:26

    Welcome to the world, Elijah--& congratulations to Old Granny Franny!!!!!!!!!

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  10. SmitoniusAndSonata5/7/12 22:22

    From Fran to Gran , just like that !!

    Congratulations to you all , and especially to Elijah. May he have a long and happy life , with just the right sort of adventures .

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  11. Charlotte5/7/12 22:40

    Congratulations to you Granny, what good news.

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  12. Alan Burnett5/7/12 22:57

    Congratulations. However wouldn't it be grand if we shared the traditions they have in some parts of the world where you name a newborn after significant events of the time. Then it could have been Libor Matthew Hill and you really would have had a good excuse for getting the Bollinger out.

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  13. Fran Hill5/7/12 23:03

    I ought to point out, perhaps, that the picture above is not Elijah Matthew Hill. I can see how regular readers might make the mistake of thinking that anyone in my family was particularly mature, grown-up and sensible.

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  14. Steve6/7/12 00:06

    Congratulations poet granny goddess!

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  15. Frances6/7/12 00:21

    congratulations to everyone...hope you soon get to give him a cuddle! I am just relearning how to deal with " the terrible twos", hopefully better than I did with her Dad, my eldest. Such fun!

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  16. Frances Garrood6/7/12 03:36

    Apropos Alan's suggestion, how about Olympic Jubilee Hill?

    But Elijah is a lovely name, and this is great news, Fran. What will you be called?

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  17. Charlotte6/7/12 09:34

    Just wanted you to know that my brother joined you in the ranks of grandparenthood, about 1/2 an hour after you. Can't wait to ring him up and make inappropriate jokes about his age....

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  18. Fran Hill6/7/12 09:39

    Thank you for all your lovely comments (and suggestions for alternative names - it's just as well it wasn't me choosing as he would have been called My-Gran-is-the-best Hill).

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