Hey everybody, my name is Rachel. I am Randy and Renea’s rugrat or crumbsnatcher, whichever you prefer. I was born on Saturday, August 9, 1997, just two days before my dad’s birthday. He was really worried, he figured that if I were born on his birthday he would never have another one. He’s probably right, I’m so young and cute and he is soooo old and well, you know. How could anybody resist somebody as cute as me?!

Being born was really pretty easy but I didn’t like what I found when I popped out. This man all dressed in blue was holding me up and I was looking over a pair of knobby knees at some woman. She was crying and looked like she had been run over by a freight train. She called me Rachel so I kinda figured that was my name. Then the guy in blue handed me to some lady who put black stuff on my feet and stuck them on paper. To this day I don’t know what she was doing, maybe it’s a grown up thing.

She gave me to my mom and told her that I weighed 7.4 pounds and was 19 inches long, perfect size if you ask me. Boy it felt great to be in her arms. She held me soooo gently. I knew she would be mine forever.

We came home on dad’s birthday and he had his birthday party. All of the family was there and I got to meet all of my grandparents. I still have a total of seven, four grandparents and three great grandparents.

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