Think Cheshire Cat!!!

Cause that is me right now, smiles from ear to ear. I just got off the phone to my brother-in-law Andrew who is the proud dad of another little princess.

Jo was only in labour a few hours and plop…a little sister for Princess Emily.  Unfortunately, unlike Emily’s birth, I was unable to be with Jo for the latest addition to our clan. And can I just say not a bad effort for my grandfathers, both of whom came here in extreme poverty from Britain and Ireland (my grandmothers were natives), as from them we have two clans nearing 200 members of descent and (call me biased) awesome citizens.

I wish I was there to be witness to such a phenomenon, something that is so intensely precious and only those close to the birth can really feel. We have all been in the situation, so I hope you can grant me a little self indulgence and feel the love I have for my new niece.

We’re just waiting to see what her name is, which will probably be just in time for the sweetheart to enrol in school…we hope…but isn’t that always the issue, what to name number two?

When it came to me, number eleven for my parents, it was pretty easy. David was from Davies (my grandmother’s surname) and my father’s middle name, and George was the name of my two closest uncles and grandfather…and, well, my parents had used all the trendy names of the 60s and 70s…after naming ten there weren’t many left!

If only it was that easy for Jo and Andrew. Well for now she will be just our little Princess