My great-nephew was born in the early hours of this morning. He was five weeks early, and weighs 5 pounds 5 ounces. He’s doing well and my niece is doing well. But it’s going to take me a while to get used to being called “Great Aunty K”. Of course it will be a while before he can say anything, but we’ve already begun to use these new titles. How could I resist calling my sister Christine “granny”?