30 of her relatives packed the first four pews in church and did their best to recreate the Ellapalozza pre-birth waiting room scenario as they jockeyed for position to get the best photographs, the cutest smile, or most coveted of all, the longest time in their arms from my girl.
The babe was a perfect angel and slept through the entire holy water head bath she received.
Perhaps she was exhaused from the fashion show we put her through before the main event.
If being the United States' first female president doesn't work out for her, I believe the sisterhood just might be a viable option for her. Here, Isabella channels her best Fraulein Maria from The Sound of Music. Sing it with me, "The hills are alive......"
And here we have Isabella bearing an eery resemblance to this creature.
This is how she actually looked yesterday. She was wearing the same dress I was baptized in 30 years ago. In fact, we're about the same age (10 weeks) in the two pictures below.
And here's me.
And shortly after these pictures were taken, poor Isabella's patience wore out.