Felix was born on a cold July day to my sister Hélène and her husband Rochus. From all accounts it sounded like he was the perfect baby. He wasn’t too heavy, he wasn’t too light and he cried only when it made sense for him to cry (read: dirty nappy, hungry belly). I was lucky enough to be in Melbourne for a conference, and even luckier to be able to head over a few days earlier to see my new nephew.

I remember the first time I saw him, he seemed intent on making his way into my arms, or maybe that was just Rochus wanting me to hold him. Either way, all I can remember is thinking: my god, this being is so tiny and fragile.

So even though it’s a month after the fact, I thought it was about time I posted a couple of pics.

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