it's a girl!

This just in: The Adorable Six-Year-Old Niece now has a younger sister and I now have one more excuse to be an obnoxious aunt. I can't wait to corrupt, er, I mean responsibly guide and nurture my new niece.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to buy her some of those onesies and baby tees emblazoned with Brooklyn references and cheeky sayings. I hope I can find something with skulls on it.

Update: Here she is...

I officially meet her on Saturday. It's bizarre to have a new niece and not "know" her yet. When the six-year-old niece was born, I was still living at home. When I got the call at work, I got on the earliest train possible and went right to the hospital. When my one-year-old nephew was born to my second oldest sister, her labor was induced so I had enough of a heads up to get on a NJ Transit bus and get to the maternity ward to pay a visit. This time, however, the baby arrived well over a week early and took everyone by surprise. I found out via a rather rambling voice mail left by my father at 7:00am...

"Uh yes, hello? Currrrrrrrrly? [Ed note: He's Scottish and as such, rolls his "Rs".] Just calling to tell you that [your sister] had anotherrrrrrr... girrrrrrrl. [Ed note: Not sure why he delayed saying "girl." He blew any chance at building suspense when he said "another" but I do appreciate the attempt.] She is 7 pounds... something ounces and, um, I don't know how long she is. [Ed note: Not exactly a wealth of information, that father of mine.] So, congrrrrrrrrrrrrrrratulations, auntie. Okay, rrrrrright, bye now. Bye bye."

My father has a deep, gruff voice and stands at a rather imposing 6'3" with a muscular build yet his patented phone sign-off has got to be the wussiest on record. He also turns into a complete puddle around his grandkids. And I love him for it.

Thanks for all the well wishes, everyone. Thank you on behalf of all of the McDimples.

Love,
Curly