Mum and I just got back from bringing supper to a household that, six weeks ago today, welcomed two bundles of joy! Mum and Dad are Godparents to the little girl, so our family has a special interest in theirs.
Coral Sarai is the older of the twins...by twenty minutes. Named for her maternal grandmother she is as pink and cozy as any one could reasonably expect. She may be older, but she is quite a bit more petite than her brother. She's dainty and ladylike. At least, as much as can be expected of a baby in whom nature takes a higher precedence than decorum. She rarely grants you the satisfaction of looking at you, but is constantly staring at some inanimate object in the distance. Whether it be the clock or the lamp makes little difference -- she is always captivated by something else besides the person holding her.
George Nicholas IV's age would make him a proper recipient of the title "little," but his size does not. Born at five pounds six ounces, he is now quickly closing in on nine. He is in every respect the proper baby: round cheeks, soft head with a definite bald spot, and a propensity to gurgle in the most jolly way. He reliably makes a fuss whenever changed, but his personality at other times makes up for it quite completely. Unlike his sister, he is quite obliging when it comes to condescending to acknowledge your existence when you are cooing over him.
Both are adorable, precious, and beautiful babies! Despite the fact that their father on occasion tells them, "I really love you, but right now I don't like you very much" they are the recipients of much affectionate attention. A portion of which is given quite willingly by yours truly. :D
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