Well I guess it had to happen sometime, who else were we going to pass down the 101 Things To Do Empire down too?
Marlie was born on Friday morning after three days of fun and games. While the whole country was mobilised to vote, from beyond the womb, our unborn baby revoked our voting rights as we were unable to attend the polling station ... although it's very apt that we went into Labour on polling day.
Words and pictures
We've had some lovely messages from friends and family, here are a couple of my favourites via my @101ThingsToDo Twitter account:
@froots101: 'At least one person in Britain made a decisive move for change this morning'
@writingstudio: 'Congratulations! You are now old and boring!'
I don't plan to bombard this blog with baby photos but I guess you might like to see at least one. As for words I'll leave you with the elegant words of a fellow Blogger, The TS Eliot Prize winning poet and proud first time granddad - George Szirtes ...
'...we finally got to see the new grand-daughter, now named, but name under wraps until all family informed. I forgot how small a two-day baby is. She looks (even at original weight 8lb 2oz) almost irresponsibly tiny. You have no business being that small, I want to say. Nobody has. And swaddled, you look are very like a doll, except you move: your eyes flick this away and that way without actually seeing very much, your mouth grins and pouts a little, your nose wrinkles and you move your head from side to side. Beneath the swaddling your legs are kicking. You are on the point of crying, then you do cry, maybe only because air is passing through you, or your digestive system is doing something still unfamiliar. So we stroke your cheeks and brows and you slowly quieten and close the blue eyes, which are only blue because all babies' eyes are.
What a piece of work is a baby! How human she is already and how quick to learn! Those brain cells must be multiplying like rabbits!
I am working on something for you, something serious I hope but, because I now have your name and know that your first two given names have fourteen letters precisely, you shall also have an acrostic sonnet, as light and pretty as I can make it like a small cheap home-made jewel that really glitters when you hold it up to the light, and you know it's just a cheap toy, but understand, some time at least, that poetry should be prepared to make such toys out of its love of language and occasion and that this too will be made out of love because you are the occasion.'
Taken from: http://georgeszirtes.blogspot.com/
Marlie was born on Friday morning after three days of fun and games. While the whole country was mobilised to vote, from beyond the womb, our unborn baby revoked our voting rights as we were unable to attend the polling station ... although it's very apt that we went into Labour on polling day.
Words and pictures
We've had some lovely messages from friends and family, here are a couple of my favourites via my @101ThingsToDo Twitter account:
@froots101: 'At least one person in Britain made a decisive move for change this morning'
@writingstudio: 'Congratulations! You are now old and boring!'
I don't plan to bombard this blog with baby photos but I guess you might like to see at least one. As for words I'll leave you with the elegant words of a fellow Blogger, The TS Eliot Prize winning poet and proud first time granddad - George Szirtes ...
'...we finally got to see the new grand-daughter, now named, but name under wraps until all family informed. I forgot how small a two-day baby is. She looks (even at original weight 8lb 2oz) almost irresponsibly tiny. You have no business being that small, I want to say. Nobody has. And swaddled, you look are very like a doll, except you move: your eyes flick this away and that way without actually seeing very much, your mouth grins and pouts a little, your nose wrinkles and you move your head from side to side. Beneath the swaddling your legs are kicking. You are on the point of crying, then you do cry, maybe only because air is passing through you, or your digestive system is doing something still unfamiliar. So we stroke your cheeks and brows and you slowly quieten and close the blue eyes, which are only blue because all babies' eyes are.
What a piece of work is a baby! How human she is already and how quick to learn! Those brain cells must be multiplying like rabbits!
I am working on something for you, something serious I hope but, because I now have your name and know that your first two given names have fourteen letters precisely, you shall also have an acrostic sonnet, as light and pretty as I can make it like a small cheap home-made jewel that really glitters when you hold it up to the light, and you know it's just a cheap toy, but understand, some time at least, that poetry should be prepared to make such toys out of its love of language and occasion and that this too will be made out of love because you are the occasion.'
Taken from: http://georgeszirtes.blogspot.com/
3 comments:
Congratulations you two. Brilliant news. We'll have to come and coo at the lovely Marlie. And put a follower button on this blog!
Congratulations! I didn't even know you guys were expecting until a few weeks ago. Now everything changes!
Welcome to the world, Marlie!
She is beyond beautiful!! Wow, I've missed quite a bit while being away from the blogs. You've accomplished one of the most amazing Things. Congratulations :)
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