Meet The World's Most Adorable Niece:


Isn't she gorgeous?

OK, actually, I'll admit to being light to moderately freaked out by the in-the-womb portraiture... it's just a little freaky. Yeah, yeah, miracle of life and all that, but dude, right now there's all this stuff floating around inside my sister's belly, and my niece-to-be looks kind of like an alien, and who's to say she and all her fetal counterparts aren't plotting to take over the WORLD Mwah-hah-hah and and and... look, I'm way to paranoid for these sorts of things.

But I'm looking forward to meeting her when she's out of the womb, when I can dress her up in inappropriate t-shirts and start trying to turn her to the geek side. (I could have bought inappropriate t-shirts for TWMANephew, but since he was her first child, I don't think my sister would have taken kindly to me calling him "Dingo Snack." Perhaps by the time TWMANiece is born, she'll be too exhausted to pay attention. Wheeee!)

I probably shouldn't press my luck -- I've already screwed up my chance of getting her named Sarah. Jorge told me it was a name he liked, and I immediately said "Yes! You HAVE to name her that! That way, I'd totally WIN! In your face, Amy -- I WIN!" But when they sent out the e-mail with the pictures, Sarah was nowhere on the list. Go figure.

(Amy -- I'm kidding. I don't really think it's a competition. Really. I swear.)

(Which is not to say, of course, that I'm not doing everything in my power to make sure the kidlets love me best. Because I'm the cool, wacky-bohemian aunt who will take them to Kung Fu movies and read them The Hobbit and teach them about Godzilla. You can make sure they have fashion sense and, you know, life skills and such. I get the fun stuff.)

The best part about all of this: I don't have to come up with another acronym. Huzzah!