the king is here. the king is here.

i am not comfortable with happiness. i always feel like an imposter when experiencing a run of contentedness and frequent fuzzies. every time i smile i wonder when the tears will begin again. and sure enough, soon they always do.

but in the last two weeks i have been so overcome with joy on so many different occasions that it feels like i'm having an extended vacation in happytown. and i really don't wanna go home to sadville. ever.

first there was my birthday of goodness; then a perfect day at the zoo with great friends; next came a surprise visit from my fave lady spa-buddies (and dear friends), fluffy and the fits; then an amazingly generous gift from all my melbourne beloveds to splurge on gorgeous things from here; then a champagne and cupcake pink party over at the house of tuppence; and also just an all over feeling of being loved by, an in turn loving, so many beautiful, wonderful souls (aka my friends and family).

and as of monday i now have something, or rather someone, in my life who will no doubt make me happier than any anti-sadness pills could ever possibly do. not that i plan to stop taking those any time soon. oh no. i'm depressed, i'm not fucking insane. well, not by diagnosis. yet.

thus, without further ado - because so many of you have been getting all up in my grill and demanding it - i officially announce the birth of my beautiful nephew: elvis, aka the baby formerly known as "buddha".

alas, much to my dismay, elvis is not his real name. but i am feeling all protecty of him and thus wish not to publish his real name in cyberspace. there are some freaking weirdos out there, if you hadn't noticed already.

the name "elvis" is due to in part to his uncannily long sideburns, and also to my determination to make him into the next king of rock. his parents wanted me to call him "aj", being the combined initials of his first and middle names. but ain't no nephew of mine being called "aj". that's a drug dealers' name. in fact, that's my drug dealer's name.

so elvis it is. cope.

little elvis is truly a wonder to behold. he seems to be a perfect mix of mine and my bro-in-law's families. with his dad's eyes, his mum's lips, my dad's nose, my hair and my mum's fingers and toes. i really think that the portrait artists over in neverland knew just how much his birth means to all of us, and how much we all needed him to come.

weighing in at 2.85 kilos, at a length of 51 centimeters, this tiny little gift from the gods may never comprehend just how many lives he has brightened just by being born. poor little bugger. only 4 days old and already under immense pressure to bring happiness to a family so ravaged by pain and grief. but he seems to be handling his duties with ease and grace. since his arrival i have seen my mother and sister smile more that they have in 2 years, and noone has mentioned "the badness" once.

sheesh! take the pressure down, aunty nads! give the bubs a chance to adapt to life outside the womb! he doesn't even know he has limbs yet for fucks sake!

*dismantles shrine*

*cancels record deal*

*returns white lycra pantsuit*

*SMILES*