All the Horrible Girliness

I'm thinking on Brendan lately, cause he spawned. I got the pictures in email and the kid looks a little like her, a little like him. Mister Aran noted that Mrs. Brendan probably has phenomenal knockers now - the one time we met her, on accident, outside the Gypsy Den, we were both taken back by her beautiful glittery breasts, and she wasn't even pregnant then - and the baby herself looks pretty much like most new babies. Like a... like something that just cracked out of a shell. Like a pea, or a weird little fruit. Like a shriveled miracle.

They're probably doing the tiptoe dance around this new chick in their lives now. Like trying to walk after going blind, every step going out into black space. I hope one or the other of them have been around babies before, like a sibling, so they're not so terrified. I know Brendan mostly has older siblings, though, and younger siblings seem to come together. I don't know why. Being an older or younger sibling must be a profoundly different experience. I know Mister Aran and I are oldest siblings, and there's something about it. A tendency to get out of the way, to not be the center of attention, to share, if begrudgingly, to know that this is life.

Anyway, congratulations, my adopted little brother.

posted by Samus @ 9:37 AM