I met Nephew #2 today. He does
look just like his brother did! And so little ... okay, as babies go, not so little. But I was sitting there, holding him, and he was this warm, solid weight and he kicked his feet out of the blanket and his little toenails
! I'd forgotten how amazing I found those. This new, real person, complete in every detail. Baby fingernails and toenails are so tiny
Nephew #1 has met his brother. He was very excited at the prospect of a sibling and tried to put in an order for a brother. When told they wouldn't know if it was a girl or a boy until it was born, he took to calling the baby 'sisterbrother'. Awww. Upon meeting Nephew #2, he was rather dubious and not keen on touching him. He asked his parents to fix the baby's head first. Fair enough. As of today, the skull is looking fairly normal and Nephew #1 was delighted to pat and cuddle his brother. Good start!
SiL was perfectly polite to us, thanked us for the flowers, included us in conversation, kissed us goodbye and generally acted like there was no problem, had never been a problem. It's very strange. But she's never been rude to Mum's face, just refusing to answer her calls and making life difficult for brother as intermediary. Strange.
It's filthy, stinking hot and the little air conditioner has been making ominous noises. Temperatures remain hovering around 40C/104F, and the change isn't due until Monday. Four more days of this
, oh fuck.
I don't share personal photos online so in honour of new baby, check out these fabulous pictures
of Adam Lambert with his new godson instead. In second picture, it looks like he's having a staring match with baby and he's surprised to be losing. Adorable.