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.