When we got home from the hospital, the Bleskins met us at our house. Aimee and Marc were like a swat team. Some sort of modified post-baby swat team that comes in with food, booze, hand-me-downs, advice and cute kids. It was great. Beatrix got to meet her first wave of cousins while I asked Aimee hundreds of questions in between mouthfuls of enchiladas and sips of Dark Lord Beer.
