"Hi Uncle Mitchell." Maryanne called softly. The three babes freshly fed, changed and snoozing, Mary tucked away back into her hospital gown. She had one baby on her chest, the other resting in the crook of her legs, and the other was sleeping on Clint. Obviously within reach.
"Well lets see. We've got Howie," She touched the little boy curled on Clint, "Barney," She tickled little toes on the babe at her legs "and this little one," She brushed her fingers over the little girl, "Is Mitchell Clementine Barton. Or Mitchie for short."