I come from a family of boys. I have three brothers. They each have three brothers. My parents have four sons. That’s our own five-a-side football team, all male.
But my family is quickly becoming a family of boys AND girls.
It all started four-and-a-half years ago (yes, we still count half-years), with the birth of my beautiful girl/hilarious lady/cheeky monkey/bossy boots (delete as appropriate, depending on current mood).
It continued a year-and-a-half ago, with the birth of my first super cute (and very, very tiny) little niece, who decided to surprise everyone by joining us a month earlier than officially anticipated.
And just last weekend, bang on her due date no less, my second beautiful little niece arrived into the world, numbering our budding ballet troop three (four if my nephew decides to become the next Billy Elliott, which at present I’d say is unlikely).
Needless to say, the entire family is somewhat besotted, and I got to have my very own photo shoot with the newest little Clayton.
A huge, huge congrats to Paul and Jen, and welcome to the world little lady!!