A few days ago we were woken early in the morning with the phone ringing. The call was from our very happy eldest son to say that his wife had given birth to a wee girl, all are well and they’ve named her Isobel Skye. I particularly like the name Isobel. She arrived three weeks early and weighed in at 6lb 6oz. It’s great to be a granny at last! Here she is at just a few minutes old. She’s apparently a very calm baby.
I never dreamed that our first grandchild would come along during a pandemic, the upshot is that we haven’t seen Isobel yet as we aren’t supposed to travel outside Fife. We’ll wait until the restrictions are lifted – and then we might be meeting her outside. In the photo below she is a few days old and looking like she’s wondering what’s going on. She looks very serious. We’ll make up for lost time when things get back to nornmal. How times have changed though as I’m 16 or so years older than my mother was when she first became a grandmother.