Following on from yesterday’s post about family…I’m an auntie again!
Well, I would be if I was married, anyway. But technicalities, schmecnicalities.
He’s a little redfaced, wrinkly-handed boy with massive feet and a full head of hair. So cute!
His oldest sister is super excited, because their other two siblings both have brown eyes. But no, this one belongs to her! I remember when things were that simple in my world.
I also got to see a newborn poop. Not just the poo, but him actually doing it. It was one of the ickiest things I’ve ever seen.
Which brings me to wonder: Babies don’t eat. They drink milk. So shouldn’t their number ones and twos come out virtually the same?
And secondly: I was telling T that my genes would be overpowering his. No way will our kids have blue eyes. Blue eyes are recessive (I remember doing those gene punnet squares in Year 10 science…) – that’s right isn’t it?