For the record, Forrest doesn’t consider cigars “smoking” per se. Lungs within ten yards disagree. Seriously, though, he smokes with a frequency similar to American voters doing what’s good for them, so so long as he does so as far away from me as possible, I wouldn’t worry about his health too much.
That there is Alexander Charles Dowsett. Basically Dowsett: The Next Generation. He was born on Sunday February 4th, at 3:43am. He likes eating and sleeping, and practises the fine art of crying during diaper changes. Mom and baby are both healthy and got a doctor’s stamp of approval today.
To any and all grandparents, uncles, extended family, and seahorses reading this, more will be coming shortly about our revised visitation policy. Know for now that Friday evening is booked, and I’d really prefer none of you risk travelling too far in this snow storm any way.
To everyone else, the reason we have to have a visitation policy is that this baby has nine grandparents, all of them first-timers, and our apartment is a tad on the tiny side to begin with. Impossible you say? Well on the contrary, it really is that small.
Ja.
PS: Proofreading is on hold until I have enough sleep to spare on it.