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The James name...

Just got off the phone with my nanna...

She spent a bit of time telling me snippets of info. about her family (I'm trying to get some info. and thinking of starting a bit of a family history for the kids)...

So, my Luey's name is Lukas James Thomas, and today I found out where the James actually originates...

I gave Luey the first middle name of James after my father who's name is Michael James Lewis. It turns out dad's middle name James came from his maternal grandfather, James Gibson Alexander - who was given the first name James to differentiate from his father's name; Gibson Alexander.

Here's something else interesting... James Gibson Alexander was born on the 4th of August (not sure which year), and my father was also born on the 4th of August (1949), on his grandfather's birthday... Now, Bryn was DUE on the 4th of August (2006), which was HIS GRANDFATHER'S birthday - cool, hey!? Bryn was, of course, born 12 days later on his GRANDMOTHER'S birthday, instead, pmsl...

Oh, I should say... I was talking to nanna today because she'd called to tell me my uncle and his girlfriend had had their baby girl at 1.40pm this afternoon... No name as yet (though I think I heard it was going to be Hannah?). She was born by c/s because apparently labour failed to progress because the baby was too big. She was born weighing a whopping 6lbs and 11 oz...

What a year, two new first cousins, a boy and a girl, 4 and 12 months younger than Brynjar, LOL...

Comments

casso said…
How cool to find out that kind of stuff. I only have my grandma to pick her brains and have written down a whole pile ofo questions and asked her to answer them in her own time at home (she lives in Qld). Maybe you could ask your Nanna to do the same?

And LOL, I hope you're being sarcastic about the 6lbs 11oz! Otherwise Harriet's 9lbs 3oz makes her a gigantic Japanese film monster!
Sif said…
LOL, yeah, and my Erik monster could whoop your Harriet monster at 10lbs (and considering we think Erik was that big because my dad was that big and my dad is my uncle's oldest brother, I think my uncles girlfriend lucked out big time - and I think the OB that made the c/s call must have had a date at the club, hmmmm)....

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