Goddess, I Am.

This post is long overdue (much like the first black president of America), but I’ve had so much on my plate the past few weeks that I just didn’t have time to blog. It’s inexcusable, however, considering this is one of the best things that has ever happened to my family. Ever.

On the 25th of November, my sister gave birth to a healthy and heartbreakingly (is there such a word?) beautiful baby boy after almost 15 hours of labor (and lots of people in medical scrubs being yelled at by, umm, her). He came out at 7 lbs., 3 oz. with a full head of hair and rather long limbs and my sister’s penchant for sleeping at all hours. In fact, he’d rather sleep instead of eat and cry – just like his mum. And his mum’s mum. And his mum’s sister, for that matter.

Everyone, meet Xabier Enrique Clamor-Vazquez.

He had nurses and student nurses fawning all over him the entire time he was in the hospital, much to his annoyance. Now he has his mum and dad, two grandmas (both refuse to be called such), his aunt (yours truly), uncle-slash-godfather (The Fiance), and sundry visitors taking turns to sniff him, also much to his obvious annoyance.

He’s definitely in danger of becoming a spoiled, little boy. But, hey, can you blame us?