Yup, it’s taken the miracles of modern medicine three days, but at long last Little Rowan MacBride has arrived. Ha! In your face everyone who said it was going to be a boy / wind. Uncle Stuart is always right.
And at 2.25Kg (a whopping 4.96 pounds) that’s quite a lot of baby. Heaps of it in fact. SIL Kim is fine, if knackered, and now sports a trendy tummy zip. Ah those whacky doctor types.
In other, less baby-flavoured news*, I’ve been fighting with a shorty of late. And the buggering thing’s been less than cooperative. And then today, it hit me: if I tie it to a lawn chair and take a kitchen knife to it, I can make it into two short stories that work, rather than one that doesn’t.
And in otherer news – here’s something from Agent Phil: "A French woman has admitted attempting to open an aeroplane door mid-flight so that she could smoke a cigarette." Proof if it were needed that we share a chunk of our genome with bananas.
And now – to the bat cave!
* Well, I call it news, but really it’s nothing more than ill-informed gossip and pointless conjecture.
** High birth weight being associated with intelligence and general longevity.