Late this Friday evening just past, 2F gave birth to her little guy, so now all of the grandchildren are present and accounted for in extra-uterine space. Another cute one (seems to be the only kind we make, in our family); 6lb-8oz, and most of it hair, to look at him. And even though he was born on 7-11, she resisted the urge to name him Slurpee ( I mean, just think of all the great 'baby' puns you could make off a name like that; but, I digress) (I suppose there's also a set of puns to be made around a theme of 'craps', which would also have some hilarity relative to babies, but one should be careful not to push things too far. . .)
And suddenly, 6F's little guy, 6 months on the outside, looks positively huge. . .
And I hope it's not too terribly churlish of me to hope for a wedding or two before the next round of grandkids commences. . .