Forty-eight

Boy, boy, boy, boy, boy!

It’s a boy!
I’ve got a baby brother!

And he’s so cute! I went to the hospital today to meet him. Ben and Dawn came too. We all sat around Mum’s bed while she held him. Then, she gave each of us a go. He’s tiny, tiny, with miniature fingers and toes and a little mouth like a baby bird. And lots of black hair. Mum says it might fall out, but right now he looks gorgeous.

We can help choose a name.
Grandad’s name was Owen. I’m voting for Owen.