We counted all her fingers. We examined every piece of her. They were fascinated by her someday belly button and how that works.
We counted all her toes and asked over and over why her feet were purple.
We had to rub her head and kiss her chops and examine all of her and ask a million questions. One of my favorite is when they asked what her name was, like they expected her to come with a name tag. Then Brigham asked, "Where did you get it?" I told him she came out of my tummy and he looked at me like I was nuts. Then they all had to feel my jelly belly and wonder at how something so hard and round could get so very squishy in just a few hours.
THey read all the books that she was given at the hospital and enjoyed a little playtime pushing buttons and exploring the hospital room and every one of them got their turn to hold their new little sister - including Darla who was hilarious. She kept pointing at her and squealing and when I asked if that was her baby she'd shake her head an emphatic "yes". Then she pointed at the baby and said, clear as day, "MINE".
What seemed like an overwhelming number yesterday seems just right today. What a beautiful little herd we've been given and what a huge blessing they are. Each of them is still my baby and watching them together today really cemented in my heart why Heavenly Father sent us as families - this is what it's all about!