Yep, the new offspring is bathed, powdered, prettied up and delivered. Wordy little fellow – the longest yet, with a count of 183,000. I don’t think Baby Next is going to be quite that long, but can’t be sure at this point.
So what do I think of the new offspring, eighth in the family to leave home?
Well, there were times when I hated the little horror… yet …. you know … it’s the offspring and so I kept trying to shape it into a respectable being that can go out into the world and make Mum* proud. And in the end, in spite of the occasional burp that needed to be dealt with this past week, I am proud of this one. Yep, this doting Mum thinks number 8 is the best thing since movable type…
But then, I thought the same things about babies 1,2,3,4,5,6 and 7 when I send them off into the world, too. That’s the nature of the beast, I’m afraid.
Western Australia: where lakes usually don’t have water.
Pix taken April this year