A Boy For the Ortons

Some of you may know that in my parents' family, a man-child has not appeared since 1978. 30 years. Since then, 9 girls have come (sisters and nieces and Cadence). Last Wednesday, the curse (some of us didn't mind) was lifted when, appropriately, a son was born to my only brother, McKay. McKay's wife Karalyn had an awful pregnancy, the kind that requires a pic-line, which is an IV that she wore all the time, so that she could be fed several times a week. She was too sick to do much of anything almost every day of her pregnancy. We were all very excited for this pregnancy to end because of that, and because we don't know what a baby boy is like. Yay for little Zavian, who was so excited to be born that his heart was racing way too fast and he was taken to the NICU. We're happy to say that he has since shown great strides and has a healthy, normal heart. Thank goodness. He is so handsome, too. I guess boys aren't so bad. Congratulations to my wonderful brother McKay, who's had to share the heavy load of masculinity with only my father for so many years. And to Karalyn, whose 9 months of carrying the ever heavier load of femininity has come to an end and she finally gets to hold her baby.

Let's see if I can post the pic of how handsome he is:

turns out I can't. I tried, really, I did. I wish I knew how these dumb computer-machines work.