My daughter in law has presented me with an 8# 5.3 oz 20 inch long Grandson who glories in the name James Alexander.

Rather dicey at the last with an unexpected c-section and the mistress of ceremonies is pretty well zonked.

The cause of all this sleeps and eats and excretes and thus fulfills his place in the ecology in superb fashion.

My son has disappeared behind the lens of a camera to emerge in 18 years. It is thus left to me and my wife to spoil the kid rotten.