I went to see my nephew today, a tinny one month and a half old baby. He was born the same day I came back to Mexic. Needless to say it came earlier to this world just out of joy to hear the news of my return. He, however, got ahead and was born on he´s eighth month of existence; so the little thing weighted just 2,5 K (55 pounds). Now he´s ok and very busy trying to catch up with the other babies.
The good thing about all this is that I realized that I like babies...