Darius Singh...

Announcing the arrival of my nephew on 23th June 2009, the one and only, Darius Singh.
A tad late to make the announcement, but it definitely deserves an entry, considering that my dad only became a grandpa at the grand age of 67 and my mum, 63. Really, this calls for a celebration that they've finally elevated their status to such. In the olden days (but who really cares about the olden days, right?) they would have great-grandkids already.
Darius is one huge baby. His face looked rather humongous and is blessed with voluminous hair, just shy of looking like a you-know-what-hangs-on-trees. (keke, i'm a bad and wicked aunt. I deserve an edict to be stoned to death.) Weighing in at 3.605 kg at birth, i could already have a very decent workout carrying him instead of the usual dumb-bells. (Not that i really dare to. He's too precious.) He's got the most peculiar big eyes. Rumour had it that when he finally popped out, the first thing he did was to open his eyes to check out the unfamiliar world, turned left and right to exercise his neck after being confined to the smallest space for the longest time before turning in cries in crescendo. The man behind the rumour mill is his dad, of course, whose senses and judgment might have already been tainted by the relief and joy of finally seeing his son after his wife's labourious 16-hour tussle to pop.
Lovely child he is. I didn't say this cos i'm the aunt. He really looks damn cute! Huge, almond-shaped eyes, cherubic cheeks and abundant, slightly curly hair. What more can one ask for?
But no, my maternal instincts have not kicked in.