Before I take Helen Thomas's advice to go "back" to Poland on Friday, I am pleased to introduce the newest member of my family.sashaSasha* was born on Monday afternoon to Husband's brother and his wife. She weighed in at 7 lbs, 3.5 ounces of lovableness. I am extremely excited to be an aunt again!

When I visited her this evening, we had a lovely chat about the challenges that she would face living in a world full of ignorance and hate. I'm not sure if this is better or worse than the story I read to my nephew Marcus when he was a newborn, which was about how Moses neglected to circumcise his son, so his wife did it herself with a piece of flint and bitterly flung the foreskin into Moses's face. That story made Marcus cry, whereas Sasha seemed interested in hearing my take on the wretched world she was born into. Maybe this was because I learned a lesson and tempered my tale by concluding that we would have lots of fun anyway. I prefer to think that than the alternative, which is that she has already become a cynic after only a day on earth. (Clearly, there are many reasons why it is good that I am not having my own children.)

Mavel tov and nakhes to my in-law family on their delightful little bundle.

*I love this name and told my brother-in-law that I was annoyed that he took it so that Husband and I could not name the baby that we are never having Sasha. It also prevents us from using Svetlana, which would reek of Russian name copycat syndrome.