To my audience (if there are any), I would like you to meet, my nephew, Pablo Joaquin. 4.8 lbs of pure boy-ness. He'd still look like a boy if you dressed him up in pink clothes (which again, I am telling my sister, is perfectly fine, TOUGH GUYS WEAR PINK, right?) . He is terribly tiny. So he gets to be called Tiny Person and not Little Person #2, after his big sister Lia. Even his cries are so tiny they sound like puppy whimpers.
Lia is still terribly jealous of her baby brother. But we're pretty sure (hoping) that it will just be a phase.
Last night while i was putting on Paco's mittens, Lia stood beside the crib and reached for my hand. Then she screamed at me and wouldn't let go of my hand. Obviously, her statement was, "Don't touch the baby, Tita, you're mine!" Think Rugrats the Movie.
Jealous little baby princess. I keep assuring her though that she will always be tita's favorite baby princess. And because she is, here is a picture of the baby princess, being princess-y while napping. She's so big now and even spunkier. I knew she had spunk the first time I saw her, but well, she's got more spunk than I thought one baby girl could ever have. And she is such a pixie. Lia the Big Little Pixie Person. I wonder how Paco would turn out to be. Hmmmm...
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