Welcome to the world to my new little nephew Felix Day! No, I can't remember his weight. I know, I know...the weight of a new baby is a big conversation piece, but I'll have to get back later with that and a photo that didn't come via dying cell phone. For those who have recently inquired as to my geekiness level, it does not extend to the ability to post a picture from a cell phone.
The important part is, Felix's cheeks look nice and plump, and I've been told that both mom and baby are healthy. Like Thomas the Tank Engine, he was really reliable and right on time. He was even a little early.
Felix Day arrived last night while I was at a Hayes Carll concert with a man who claims to be "applying for the position of significant other," whatever the heck that means. My cousin Bernard says we're a hard family to get into and that being born in was the only way he made it. Bernard asked if the application process has been tough.
How tough could it be? I can see the piles and piles of paperwork now:
Cute? Yes. OKAY! I admit it! I really am that shallow! A guy has to be cute, for cryin' out loud!
Sense of humor? Yes. Strictly speaking, this is only required if a guy actually expects to be able to communicate with me...
Not dumber than a stump and/or able to compose a coherent sentence now and again? Uh huh. Good grammar is SO SEXY! No, I would not actually like a list of grammatical errors in my post, thank you very much. Actually, mom's kind of busy with her new grandson, so maybe that would help after all.
Drinking? Didn't seem to flinch during my declaration to have "seen all my favorite bouncers!" recently.
Enjoys songs about chickens or whiskey? There's the clincher...
Hayes Carll, for what it's worth, has an excellent song about chickens. I will soon post a picture (and weight) for Felix Day, who made it into the family just last night sans paperwork or interview!