I became a first-time uncle last Thursday, when my brother, Brian, and his wife, Elizabeth, became first-time parents to a beautiful (see photo) baby girl, Mallory Isabella Davis.
I am happy to report that despite some complications resulting in a premature birth by cesarian section, mom and baby, as well as dad, are all doing just fine.
Okay, actually, the last time I saw Brian he looked very tired, which is not at all unusual for someone who has just become a parent and spent an inordinate amount of time in a hospital over the past week.
I urge him to get as much sleep as he can now, because, as I understand it, babies are notorious for crying during hours when the only other people awake are insomniacs and vampires.
Mallory was born weighing a trim 3 pounds, 5 ounces, and at last report had lost a little weight – which is what doctors told us to expect – before she starts bulking up a bit.
Isn’t that just like a woman? No matter how thin they are, they still want to lose more weight.
But seriously, I find it hard to believe that I’m an uncle. I find it even harder to believe that my younger brother is a father. It’s not that I think he’ll make a bad father – quite the contrary – it’s just surreal.
I’m also quite sure that Elizabeth will make a fine mother. Mallory is in good hands.
My brother and his wife are doing what is perhaps the finest thing anyone can do: They are responsible for raising and helping to shape a new human life.
It won’t be easy, but I have no doubt they’ll do a wonderful job.
Welcome to the world, Mallory.

“My Two Cents” is a weekly column where the author – who has freakishly bad luck with women and is therefore glad to see his brother continuing the line – gets in his two cents worth, in spite of the old saying that you only get a penny for your thoughts.