Old news from January: I have a new nephew to cuddle with, strangely enough, also named Cousin M. I'll have to figure out something to call him, like M the Younger. Or M the Louder. We'll see how that goes. He's a real cutie pie, as Helen says, and he already loves his Aunt Jennie. Keep an eye out for his baby pictures, because I'll have about a billion. A few of them may even be of someone other than me cuddling with him.
The same weekend he was born, there was a small snowstorm in town, and Helen got her first chance to toss a snowball at her mom. And her Nana. And her Grandpa. Oh, it was a lot of fun for everyone to watch, and thank god My Precioussss was quick enough to get this shot:
I'll give you extra points if you noticed the purple mittens lying on the ground nearby, and thought to yourself, "Oh dear, Jennie - the gloves are off now." Yeah, I know. It's truly a metaphorical picture, AND a literal picture, at the same time. There's got to be a word for that situation, but the only one that occurs to me is "irony." Also, "doom." Because for strange some reason, I can't get the Darth Vader theme out of my head.