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the peanut has landed

Enter ...

... ... Peanut. Otherwise known as Oona Louise Berger.






Born 5 a.m. Sunday morning, after some very efficient efforts by mom. 6 lbs, 6 ounces. Both baby and mom are doing very well.

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  1. Beauties! Thank you so much for posting this. I've been thinking about you guys all weekend.

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  2. Hello Oona!
    Congratulations all!
    beautiful....

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  3. Anonymous9:13 am

    Congratulations Darryl and Christina! She looks beautiful. We look forward to meeting her in person. janet and brian.

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  4. Huge congratulations to all three of you! Hi Oona *waves*

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  5. Yay! She's soooo cute too! Congrats to you and yer family!

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  6. YAY! CONGRATS TO ALL OF YOU! I love her name! Oona Louise-how original! She is gorgeous too. So happy to finally see this little person-she is just fantastic. Happy Happy!
    Please Take Care! I will be thinking of all of you.
    merle

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  7. fleen6:08 pm

    Two beautiful women...you are a very lucky man bigD.
    Big congradualtions to mum and warm welcome to oona.

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  8. CONGRATULATIONS!!!!
    Christina and Darryl

    WELCOME!!! Oona
    She is gorgeous, then of course, so are her parents.

    Trust mom, Oona, and dad are doing well.

    Lana and Leo
    p.s. Love her name.

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  9. Ooooh, Oona is a wee beauty.

    Many congrats to you both

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  10. Congratulations to Tina, Darryl and especially Oona for all her hard work, from Miranda, Deb and Steve. I must now get to work on one of my Waggly Puppies for her...

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  11. Welcome Oona! So looking forward to meeting you!!! xoxo

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  12. Welcome Oona! I've been waiting to hear of your arrival and am so pleased that you're here safe and sound! Best wishes to you and your mum & dad! Wishing sleep and good feeding to all.
    All the best!

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  13. ADORABLEeeEEeee will send u a copy of book to read to little one!

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