Here he is, my new great-nephew:
He weighed in at 7lb 5oz. He’s supposed to be three weeks early, but there was some confusion about the dates. Jenni had a tough time, and needed blood.
His name is Emmett Kelley L. My sister reminded me, when she phoned with the news, that that is (apart from the “e” in “Kelley”) the name of a famous American “sad” clown. I wonder if Theo and Jenni know – I think “Emmett” was chosen because they like it, and “Kelley” for family associations. But it’s more than a bit like naming your little boy Charlie Chaplin. There’s still time for a re-think.
So I must get back to the Hansel. Nothing yesterday, except that Vampire II advanced towards the toe, which I might even reach today.
Non-knit (and Comments)
Good question, Weavinfool. My husband’s goal is undoubtedly to come home to his familiar squalor and his cat. I and others are wondering, is this going to be possible? If he goes into care, the last months – however many they prove to be – of our 60-year marriage will be spent in rage and grief. We’ve got to do better than that.
Skeindalous, thank you for that interesting information about Caesarian sections. I’ve done a bit more looking, and find I am right in remembering that Caesar’s mother survived his birth by many years. It is therefore very unlikely that he was born that way, although one never knows.