A nephew!
No single event in my life has changed my perspective so radically as that of becoming a parent. The teenage, rationalist and individualist refrain, “it’s my life, I shall do with it as I want,” rings hollow. No, it’s not your life – you are simply responsible for it. Your life exceeds you; you are to your life as perhaps the CEO is to the corporation; you have a degree of control as to the direction the company takes, certain aspects of the branding etcetera. Ultimately however you are responsible to the shareholders and to the world at large.
For my own part, I am highly invested in baby fluffy plc; significantly over-invested in fact. If, God-forbid, anything ill should befall him, I would be ruined; irrevocably so. The current CEO lacks experience; he is – and I don’t want to start a Northern Rock style panic here – insensible the dangers of operating environment. Fortunately I have a guaranteed seat on the Board for the next ten years, after which point the position becomes honorary and voting rights are rescinded.
This week we’re experiencing an Indian Summer, a welcome break from the waterproofs though no reversal of the return to commuting by headlight, of course. Still, the darkness makes the downtown picket lines harder to make out, something of a fixture around the myriad building sites this summer past. With plunging property prices nationwide, the bottom’s fallen out of the construction market. I wouldn’t feel too smug though: America sneezes, Europe catches a cold.
The weekend took us up to Seattle to meet my brand new nephew Maksim (Max). I’m very happy to report that baby, mother, father and sister are all doing very well, considering. The “considering” goes without saying in normal discourse, but it oughtn’t. By the albeit pitiful standards of newborn babies, especially when compared to kittens, he is a handsome chap.
Though our Ethan is just 15 months his senior, I still had some difficulty believing quite how little Max is; it also reminded me just how far we’ve come: Ethan is nearly the size of four Maxs, mostly sleeps through the night (instead of ninety minutes tops), eats ‘proper’ food, can be taken almost anywhere and does all sorts of cute stuff, as opposed to simply screaming and looking exceptionally delicate. Good for you, baby boy!
Little baby Max, fresh to the world.
Big sis Katrina was taking it all very well, I thought.
Max, Uncle Ben, Aunt Rachel and Cousin Ethan.
Go Red Socks! The three brothers-in-law take a short but welcome break from official duties.
He's a little rascal!
For my own part, I am highly invested in baby fluffy plc; significantly over-invested in fact. If, God-forbid, anything ill should befall him, I would be ruined; irrevocably so. The current CEO lacks experience; he is – and I don’t want to start a Northern Rock style panic here – insensible the dangers of operating environment. Fortunately I have a guaranteed seat on the Board for the next ten years, after which point the position becomes honorary and voting rights are rescinded.
This week we’re experiencing an Indian Summer, a welcome break from the waterproofs though no reversal of the return to commuting by headlight, of course. Still, the darkness makes the downtown picket lines harder to make out, something of a fixture around the myriad building sites this summer past. With plunging property prices nationwide, the bottom’s fallen out of the construction market. I wouldn’t feel too smug though: America sneezes, Europe catches a cold.
The weekend took us up to Seattle to meet my brand new nephew Maksim (Max). I’m very happy to report that baby, mother, father and sister are all doing very well, considering. The “considering” goes without saying in normal discourse, but it oughtn’t. By the albeit pitiful standards of newborn babies, especially when compared to kittens, he is a handsome chap.
Though our Ethan is just 15 months his senior, I still had some difficulty believing quite how little Max is; it also reminded me just how far we’ve come: Ethan is nearly the size of four Maxs, mostly sleeps through the night (instead of ninety minutes tops), eats ‘proper’ food, can be taken almost anywhere and does all sorts of cute stuff, as opposed to simply screaming and looking exceptionally delicate. Good for you, baby boy!
Little baby Max, fresh to the world.
Big sis Katrina was taking it all very well, I thought.
Max, Uncle Ben, Aunt Rachel and Cousin Ethan.
Go Red Socks! The three brothers-in-law take a short but welcome break from official duties.
He's a little rascal!
posted by Richard Tammar at 9:34 PM
1 Comments:
So happy you put pics of Max up! I knew I could count on you for that. He's beautiful and I'm glad to hear that all is well. LOOOOVE that pic of you, Ben, and Johnny. CLASSIC! Kisses to Rachel and Ethan and EVERYONE. XOXO nan
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