We went to meet New Georges the other day. AKA Little Georges, AKA P’tit Georges. He’s very cute. I always forget how teensy beensy new babies are. His skin is dry and wrinkly, which is a symptom of being 9 days overdue: All the liquid he had been swimming in had run out, leaving him with scaly skin, and long nails too. Ew. Gross. He sure can fart loud. The PZA thought it was me.
Anyway, Kim told me that her oldest kid, who’s 3, came to meet the new baby the day after he was born. Kim said “This is your new brother, Georges.” To which the little boy replied “Oh, it’s a boy. I thought it was going to be a girl, then we could have named her Mumma.” How sweet is that? Aww.
In other news, I rode my bike so far on Monday against the wind that I am still suffering the after effects. My thighs and back are in agony.
I am just waiting for coffee to be ready, then the day can really begin.And further on the baby front