...but I've been in Michigan where it is currently so cold it defies the use of adjectives. Know this - I'll be having nose and cheek replacement surgery soon. So anyway, what would cause an otherwise reasonable southern-dwelling (some might say 'carpetbagging') gal to make tracks to such a frozen tundra in mid-January? The birth of the young lad, Cyrus, of course! Yes, it's true - those two whipper-snappers who, playing with a chemistry set in the basement, convinced ourselves we'd shrunken a cricket - are each someone's mother now. Don't be too alarmed. We stopped at crickets.
Suffice it to say, Cyrus is adorable. He has that new-baby smell and is all coos and smiles and yes, occasional screaming. Despite his flawless adorableness I was not persuaded that I should make any more of these creatures. Why, in just a two-month period in 2007 alone 4 of my favorite people in this world reproduced (all boys, what is this, China?) and so I feel pretty good about the future. Here are the only two salvageable shots I was able to get of the wee one, since I left the nice camera at home, thinking, absurdly, that my dear husband might snap a few photographs of the fun he had with my own children in my absence so that I might feel as though I'd been there afterall.
Now that I'm back home I can get down to the business of figuring out how the iMac works so I can post the scads of photos I've taken of my own children in some meaningful fashion. Oh, it was so fun to see Anni and Ben with their new progeny and I do hope they'll go again. That child will want for nothing, I tell you. But when I got home and saw Sarah running toward me, all bundled in her white furry coat, across the baggage claim in the Atlanta airport (The World's Busiest, we must apparently now say after already managing the mouthful that is "Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport"), I realized how much I'd missed my own little family. Being trampled by strangers while I struggled to hug Kate and pick Sarah up and kiss Jeremiah I thought happily of all the good times Anni, Ben and Cyrus have ahead of them. For now I'm certain they just look forward to a full night's sleep.
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We'll dress him up warmly
we'll send him to school
we'll teach him how ta fight to be
NOBODY'S FOOL!
Happy happiness wishes to the new mom and dad. Don't forget to let the kid get fall down and get dirty.
what a little doll face!
I had no idea you'd carried on the cricket research I began in that dank basement! I'd gotten as far as flattening, but never shrinking, a cricket and now, now you have created human LIFE! It's aLIVE. It's ALIVE!!
Alive, yes! Which is more than we can say for the cricket.
I see, so this is what it takes to get you to come for a visit. Will any newborn do?
Yes, but if you call me next week to tell me you've had a baby I'll be all "Say that reminds me, how'd you get that kid so darn fast? Me and Dot went in to adopt on account a' somethin' went wrong with my semen, and they said we had to wait five years for a healthy white baby. I said, "Healthy white baby? Five years? What else you got?" Said they got two Koreans and a negra born with his heart on the outside. It's a crazy world."
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