Aunt Average Jane

As of yesterday, I now have my official degree of Aunt To The Third Power.  If only I could channel this mighty skill for other uses, too.

My new nephew was born late yesterday afternoon while I toiled away at my desk.  I’d been out to the hospital at lunchtime, but nothing was really happening then so I ended up going back to the office.  After work I came back and had a chance to hold the baby for about 20 minutes while my sister chatted with the nurse. 

I think he’s adorable – except for his pale purplish hands that make him look like he’s been in a bathtub way too long.  He’s a good-sized baby:  7 pounds, 9 ounces.  That’s probably why my shoulder was stiff by the time I put him down.

My nearly five-year-old niece was just leaving as we arrived.  I wish our visits had overlapped more because she was in adorable mode herself.  She told her mother that she loved her new baby brother and whispered, "Will you read him my card?"  She also eyed my sister closely and asked, "Is your stomach still big or is it smaller now?  I forgot."

I don’t think I could have asked for a better start to the week!