|Because I simply can't bear to show you my brother's fashion sense, I shall delight you all with a picture of a sleeping kitten, dreaming of horses. Canadian horses, that is.|
Papa and maman are happy, and everyone is healthy. I get the fun of bringing my nephew to meet his sister today, and I can't wait to see what he'll think of her. I was babysitting him last night (foolish parents), and I told him that his mom and dad had gone to the black market to buy a little sister. I tried to get him to say black market, but he frowned and said: "No!" Kid's pretty smart. I'm surprised his parents even let him near me. I did, after all, accidentally teach him to say "die!" when he was one-year old. Made for, um, interesting encounters as he looked at random people and tried out his new word.
|Jessy - the mom who looks kick-ass after xx hours of labour. And the bundle I assume is Something Something Bilodeau. Or a strangely shaped watermelon.|
So tonight I'll know Something Something's name. Her brother's name is George Henri. It's a name steeped in the histories of both families. My great-grandfather was named Georges Henri, and my sister-in-law's father is named George. So they made the name bilingual and off they went! Come to think of it, Something Something isn't very bilingual. It should be Something Queque-chose Bilodeau. Now that's a name!
I can't wait to meet her, and to see what she'll make of this wonderful gift of life!