that's godmother zing-zing. bwahahaha.

i am godmother. to one connor (conor? we haven't confirmed spelling) joseph murray, born yesterday into the joyous love of his family, biological and non-.

this is where i would put the picture, if we had photos. we don't, but i'm pretty sure he looks like a wrinkled pink potato. they mostly do, the full-term, vaginally-delivered caucasian babies. no word yet on whether he has hair or a conehead. i have been told that both he and laura are doing just fine, no scaries, only joy.

i had a wonderful conversation with his brother, who calls me auntie zing-zing (actually not his misapprension of my name, but what auntie mica heard when auntie kay said my name in a busy coffee shop . . . that's right; all your base belong to aunties), on the phone the afternoon of the birth. almost as good as the one during my visit when he asked if he could tell me a secret, and then whispered into my ear, "i love you." yeah. and then my heart dropped into my uterus. kieran murray: causing organ prolapse since 2007.

i congratulated christopher on being a godfather and he said, "you know we're responsible for his soul now."

actually, it hadn't occurred to me. but now i'm making him a mix CD with sam and dave.