Yes, he is number twelve and his name is Josiah Bartlett.
They left for the hospital at 1:00 Tuesday morning and didn't return until 6:30 AM. By then, the other siblings were up and were wondering where Mom and Dad were. When they were told where they were, the younger ones pranced around the house yelling, "Mommy is going to have a baby!" Instantly, an argument arose as to whether it was a boy or a girl. Some were so adamantly convinced they were right, that even when Mom and Dad brought the baby home, they refused to believe otherwise. With all the excitement and hubbub you would think it was some new and exciting adventure of having a baby in the house. A new baby in the house has never been really new around here. This was certainly not the first time Mom and Dad had brought home a baby. Still the excitement is new every time.
Whenever someone asks me how many siblings are in my family, finding the answer is like solving a mathematical problem that you thought you had figured out, but whose answer keeps changing. The answer never stays the same.
This time, I can say with confidence that I have eleven siblings, and that number twelve is certainly the cutest.