Great Great Great

My husband's grandmother will be 97 this spring. I've posted about her before, here and here. Today I learned that not only is she a great-grandmother to my baby, but a great great great grandmother, too. That's extraordinarily great. Six (count them: one, two, three, four, five, six!) generations! Holy frijoles, but that's impressive.

Then again... I don't think there's much to do in San Juan except make babies. Uh, Exhibit A: yours truly.

My grandmother-in-law can't remember if my baby is a girl or boy. She regularly asks, "What is it, a boy or a girl?" Someone will shout "It's a boy, Mari." "Oh," she says, "Either works."