Baby Riker

after 39 weeks of hellish pregnancy, it has all been resolved in the form of the 51 cm long Riker Lee, who appeared in the way of nature at 3:16 this morning. Katie is choosing to keep the ‘pre name name’ and personally I’m thrilled off my ass that one of the grandsons has a fannish name.

He is eating well and was heading off to his birth sleep when Jeff (thank you) drove by and picked me up. Now we’re heading back downstairs to watch Time Team do something Roman and mosaic-y.

I’ll post pics eventually.

pOp

Pop at the London Ont house

There were a pair of chairs that we brought to London from Ottawa. They were nasty red velvet upholstery and quite beat up, but the fOlks liked them so they were reupholstered, as seen. pOp is sitting under a lithograph of a woman ‘petit maman’ who looks like she might be a retired sex worker, and facing her is a brass rubbing of a grand lady that our friend Elizabeth made during a trip to the UK. That’s the door to Jeff’s room (aka the games room) behind him.