Yesterday morning, my brother M’s first child was born. It would seem that this makes me an uncle. What does that mean? I’m not sure. Something, right?

Anyway, her name is Malia. She was born somewhat premature, weighing less than six pounds but with a lot of hair. Her head is still soft. She’s too small to wear the sweater I made, but it should fit her by the time it gets cold.

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