I was just looking at photos of my nephew.
Oh, didn’t I mention that The Sister In Love gave birth?
Sorry about that. I was having a brain fart at the time.
Yes. My previous fartage of the brain variety was the day before MY birthday, but this time I managed to up the ante and stroke out pretty much while my brothers first child was being brought into this world.
So there I was, during my 8 hour wait in the ER waiting room showing off photos of my freshly baked nephew.
Who has the middle name of my dear grandfather.
My nephew was taking his first breath as I was doing what my dear Nanna did.
She had many mini strokages.
I take after her with the fabulous shoes, the baking gene and it seems exploding brains.
I was there, holding her hand when she passed away after a week in a coma after the BIG one.
Life is funny like that… everything seems to be intertwined.
Voodoo like shit.
Last week we watched a show that mirrored our life and then we made a big decision.
Minutes later a call came about the thing that we had made the big decision about and totally threw me.
Because OMG we were just talking about the thing and then there it is BAM right there in my face.
Voodoo like shit I tellz ya. Happens all the damn time.
So today it is four weeks since I stroked out in Boo’s school playground* and my nephew is now a month old.
Welcome to the world McSteamy** Jr, you are just what we needed.
Rock on little dude.
* Oh yeah, I have yet to tell the tale… do you want me to bore you with the deets?
** Yes, my brother looks like McSteamy. Which is rather disturbing.
*** I think I may call the kid ‘Feet’ because he totally has his fathers feet… Look at the size of those things!