Given that I became Aunty Angie at the age of 6, it’s not all that surprising that the younger generation have lapped me in the reproductive race – Particularly since my eggs’ reserve light is now flashing and I still haven’t moved on that one. However, I really can’t help feeling a little left behind. And note to the next generation: I don’t appreciate it when you barely stifle your guffaws when I say “oh sure, I’d like to have one, you know, when I meet someone who a) drives and has a car, b) is not a homicidal maniac, c) thinks that my pmt is cute.” (yes, good luck to me on that one).
In any case, Saturday saw the arrival of my eighth grand-nephew/niece – a boy called Dakotah Lawrence, born to my niece Carrie-Anne. Welcome to the nut house Dakotah.
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CRAIG FREAKEN WEBB AH HA 09.02.09 at 3:45 am
Congratulations Angie!!!!
Patsyfox 09.02.09 at 6:39 am
Thanks buddy! You should see him – another insanely cute one. There’s something about Lynne’s kids – they all produce the most ridiculously cute babies.
Mary 09.02.09 at 11:01 pm
Not a day goes by where I don’t actively congratulate myself on NOT HAVING BABIES! I feel clever for being so astute. Yay me!
Congratulations anyway, but don’t feel left behind, life is sweet without responsibility.
M xoxo
PS Beautiful pic
Mrs Underhill 09.08.09 at 5:47 pm
That is a beautiful illustration. Please to explain how you did it next time we meet.
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