No, I'm not telling.

What I *will* tell, however, is that yesterday I spent the whole afternoon with my grandnephew, Nesta. It's been quite a while (3 years) since I held babies. But really, holding a seven-day-old baby is like riding a bike, once you get it, you can't forget it. Or like learning to hold your breath underwater. You can't forget it no matter how much you try. Actually, I once needed to aspirate a liquid medication thingy for my sinus, and failed miserably. My trachea just promptly redirected itself to my mouth the instant an object - liquid or otherwise - enters my nostrils. Funny, but true.

And I miss Nesta. His mom has some problems with her wrist and wasn't able to hold him properly, yet. So I'd lifted him from his crib to be nursed and whatnot, and elicited several worried gasps from his grandma and great grandma (from mom's side) who weren't familiar with my expertise with infants. Later my cousin told them that Nesta, at 3.2 kg, is definitely not the smallest baby I'd held. Syaskia, my now 13-yr-old niece, was 2.7 kg, and I'd held her when she was a little older (as in, by days) than Nesta.

Anywayness..

'S'all.