A lot of anxiety and anticipation here at the Townhouse of Solitude lately. But after a 20 hour labour, Daughter No 1 has popped out our first Grandchild. A fine healthy boy, 8 lbs. 15 oz., who has my name (which I'll admit does please me).
Mom and baby are doing fine. I've put Mrs Rabbitman on a plane to the Wild Frontier so she can help out and get all the baby snuggling.
I will console myself in my loneliness with painting and eating bacon.
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Congratulations! I hope all continues to be well!ReplyDelete
Enjoy being a GrampieReplyDelete
I wish to be called"Bumpa" as my grandfather was. But I'm sure Young James will have other ideas.Delete
There's much to be said for being a grandfather.. not the east you can hand them back when overcome with the need for a snooze.. :D PS. Cool hat, but the dummy takes it!ReplyDelete
It made me laugh. But it was spat out and dad's fingers was substitutedDelete
A handsome wee chap - many congrats James!ReplyDelete
Congratulations all round.ReplyDelete
My Welsh grandfather was "Pampa". I never did find out how or why, he just ... was!
Congrats, sir! I've a few years until I join the grandfatherly ranks (I hope!), but I am looking forward to it. He's a handsome baby, and thanks be to God, healthy as well.ReplyDelete
Congratulations James! I'm happy for you and the whole family! And good work being the namesake.ReplyDelete