After Bridget was born, Papa would call her Bridget the midget, although I'm not so sure Nana liked that nickname.  This picture is a visit to Ocean City when Bridget was 6 weeks old.  She was tiny enough to sleep in Nana's laundry basket so I guess Bridget the midget was a perfect name for her at that time.  She is not so tiny anymore but I'm glad we have photo's of the two of them together like this one.  We will all miss Papa and have we very fond memories of him.