One of my sisters just had a baby. This Sister #2 (Vicki). Not to be confused with Sister #1 (the one with two kids) or Sister #3 (the one who just got married).
He is adorable. His name is Archer Gabriel Love. I’m not even kidding, “love” is his last name. Memorable, huh? The only thing that’s memorable about my last name is the fact that is “Drew-zzzz” (not “Drew”! Spelled with an “S” people!) Ahem.
He was nine pounds. Little chunker. Though, you could say he was nine pounds of adorableness. Not that it’s a surprise, of course. He’s related to me.
Here he is, swaddled in a froggy blanket. Look at him sucking his bottom lip. So. Stinking. Cute.
Size Enormous shoes, coming right up…
E.B. wasn’t convinced that it was okay for Cait to hold the squishy alien. “No, Cait. Put it down. I am the baby.” That’s a priceless look, if ever I saw one.
Excuse me while I squeak.
The greeting of the cousins. Look at those babies! I have the cutest niece and nephews! Also, the brother-sister kiss was totally unsolicited. They know how to pose.
|EB, Mr. X. and Archie|
It’s a baby! I think Xave thought he had a new brother.
And here is me, adoring the kid. He’s learning what his royal dues are. “Kiss my hand, peasant.”
Aaaaand…. the proud mother. She lets us call him Archie, too, which is extra brilliant.
So, do I have the cutest nieces and nephews ever, or what? (If you say “or what”, I’ll disown you. It’s a rhetorical question.)
Mime is currently sinking in a mostly-empty beanbag, while NaNoing and reading The Naturals. She likes YA crime fiction, as evidenced by her 4-Star rating of Uncommon Criminals. As it is a very exciting and busy time in her life, she is squeaking over the adorbs of above nephew, and can currently form only one coherent thought: Tick, Tock, the Arena’s a Clock.