On Saturday we went to the hospital to meet the baby. Norah was thrilled. "That's baby Yuke. He's my yiddle bruh-der". It was wonderful to meet this little person who for so long had masqueraded as part of Chiara's tummy. Finally we borrowed James and went out for ice cream. Our almost three year old was crushed when it was time to leave him at the hospital. "I have to go with Daddy" she wailed. When asked about this she cried, "He needs me". Fortunately, this too passed.