Everyone, this is Rowan. Rowan, everyone.

At 1:53 pm on Monday, Dec. 22, amidst a streak of snowstorms and sub-zero-temperature days, my little sister, Rowan Harper, made the commute into the world. (Which, at that time, was certainly easier than making the commute into downtown via the Kennedy.) She was 20 inches and weighed in at 7 lbs., 14 oz.

We met for the first time later that night, where I informed everyone (at least 15 times in two minutes) that there was a baby in our presence. Luckily for Rowan, she looks strikingly like I did when I was born...right down to the full head of dark hair, already styled in a striking pixie do. I also pointed out for the crowd of grandparents that we both have eyes, noses and toes. We're practically twins separated at birth (and by 23 months).

Rowan

Me

Since she's moved into our house, Rowan and I have been getting along swimmingly. I like to look at her in her swing and give her lots of hugs (done so by declaring "hugs!" and leaning in her general direction). I can already tell we're going to be good friends because she shows absolutely no interest in my toys.

Here are some pictures from the last few days.

My mom, 9 mos. and super happy to be heading to the hospital.

Dad looking collected in the admissions waiting room.

Rowan and Dad hanging out in the delivery room.

Rowan doing what she does best.

"The meeting"

No caption required, I think.

Rowan in her first non-hospital-issued outfit.

And some photos of Rowan hanging out at home...

Think pink

In the 1989 hit movie Steel Magnolias, Julia Roberts said, "Pink is my signature color." It's mine, too!

While I dabble in some blues and greens here and there, for the most part my loyalties lie with pink. So much so that every time Miss Bonnie puts out the maracas in gymnastics, I quickly find myself a matching pink pair.

This morning, I found myself wandering the house in my Pinkalicious pajamas and my pink sunglasses (which I have been OBSESSED with since I found them under the seat of the car yesterday) and my two babies -- Pretty Baby and Madame Baby -- who clearly both share my taste in fashion. With the pink concentration levels way above normal, mom decided a picture was in order. And when she kneeled down, I not only mugged for the camera, but even threw in an unsolicited "cheeeeese" or two.

Sometimes I ask myself, can you ever have too much of a good thing? Decidely not. And so I put on my pink hooded tunic, pink boots, pink hair ties and pink coat and went to school.

The one-baby theatrical production of "Ice Cream Sandwich"

More drama in the consumption of one ice cream sandwich than in an entire season of The Hills.

Just cuz

This Thanksgiving, I have decided that I am grateful for my cousins, Hayden and Morgan. They came to visit over the holiday and we had much fun cooking in my kitchen, sharing in bouts of hysterical laughter in my playhouse, engaging in hugfests and especially playing Ring Around the Rosie. What I lack in the falling-down department I certainly make up for in enthusiasm.

Hope your Thanksgiving was as happy as mine!