The CRAZIEST THING EVER

So I was on the phone with my mom yesterday, and we started talking about birth certificates.
She'd found one of mine and wanted to know if I needed it. I pulled out the copy I had and said no, I have one. She mentioned idly that the name of the dr that delivered me was Scott, not Joe like she'd thought. I said, that's weird, the physician that delivered Kyan was Scott too. Yes, Scott C. Sanborn, THE EXACT SAME DOCTOR THAT DELIVERD ME DELIVERED MY SON. When I was born he was a resident at U of M Hospital in Ann Arbor, and in '79 he came 2200 miles to Woodland Hills, CA to Kaiser. Where he stayed till I happened to deliver while he was the dr on call.

This doesn't happen in real life. I mean, seriously. I wasn't born in some backwoods tiny town where the town physician delivers everyone for three generations that doesn't escape to the big city. Ann Arbor's population is 114,000, Woodland Hills has 61,000. It's been 28 years. 2200 miles. This is CRAZY.

While you're thinking about that, I'll post some pictures of my baby. Since that's why you're here. Oh, and hey! Leave comments! I love to see who has stopped by and I love to hear what you think.