He's amazing! He kinda looks bigger than I expected him to, and I'm once again amazed that two humans can just magic babies out of their bodies without having to install a CD, or download extra software... or ring up a helpline and ask them why babymaking v 1.3 won't work.
It's all so... natural.
So CONGRATULATIONS Benedict and Ruth, you have a wonderful baby Jude. May all of God's love and grace be upon him and the whole family.
Can't wait to talk to him. I know it'll be a few years yet, but when he can I wonder what he'll say? What will he be like? Will he be any good at Chess? Will he be a larger or bitter man? Will he prefer Thundercats or Transformers? How many sugars will he have in his tea? Or will he be a coffee Jude?
Oooooo... and you *have* to play him "Hey Jude" as much as you can... He'll *LOVE* it!
Lev's great post made me remember this song by Marc Cohn really vividly...
Don't know much about you Don't know who you are We've been doing fine without you But, we could only go so far Don't know why you chose us Were you watching from above Is there someone there that knows us Said we'd give you all our love
Will you laugh just like your mother Will you sigh like your old man Will some things skip a generation Like I've heard they often can Are you a poet or a dancer A devil or a clown Or a strange new combination of The things we've handed down
I wonder who you'll look like Will your hair fall down and curl Will you be a mama's boy Or daddy's little girl Will you be a sad reminder Of what's been lost along the way Maybe you can help me find her In the things you do and say
And these things that we have given you They are not so easily found But you can thank us later For the things we've handed down
You may not always be so grateful For the way that you were made Some feature of your father's That you'd gladly sell or trade And one day you may look at us And say that you were cursed But over time that line has been Extremely well rehearsed By our fathers, and their fathers In some old and distant town From places no one here remembers Come the things we've handed down
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He's gorgeous - congratulations! He's so small... Hope you're all doing well.
Bless, bless and more bless!
He's amazing! He kinda looks bigger than I expected him to, and I'm once again amazed that two humans can just magic babies out of their bodies without having to install a CD, or download extra software... or ring up a helpline and ask them why babymaking v 1.3 won't work.
It's all so... natural.
So CONGRATULATIONS Benedict and Ruth, you have a wonderful baby Jude. May all of God's love and grace be upon him and the whole family.
Can't wait to talk to him. I know it'll be a few years yet, but when he can I wonder what he'll say? What will he be like? Will he be any good at Chess? Will he be a larger or bitter man? Will he prefer Thundercats or Transformers? How many sugars will he have in his tea? Or will he be a coffee Jude?
Oooooo... and you *have* to play him "Hey Jude" as much as you can... He'll *LOVE* it!
...Lev x
Lev's great post made me remember this song by Marc Cohn really vividly...
Don't know much about you
Don't know who you are
We've been doing fine without you
But, we could only go so far
Don't know why you chose us
Were you watching from above
Is there someone there that knows us
Said we'd give you all our love
Will you laugh just like your mother
Will you sigh like your old man
Will some things skip a generation
Like I've heard they often can
Are you a poet or a dancer
A devil or a clown
Or a strange new combination of
The things we've handed down
I wonder who you'll look like
Will your hair fall down and curl
Will you be a mama's boy
Or daddy's little girl
Will you be a sad reminder
Of what's been lost along the way
Maybe you can help me find her
In the things you do and say
And these things that we have given you
They are not so easily found
But you can thank us later
For the things we've handed down
You may not always be so grateful
For the way that you were made
Some feature of your father's
That you'd gladly sell or trade
And one day you may look at us
And say that you were cursed
But over time that line has been
Extremely well rehearsed
By our fathers, and their fathers
In some old and distant town
From places no one here remembers
Come the things we've handed down
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