A brand new year, and a brand new baby nephew, born just before Christmas. He's not really called Steve. We called him that as a joke way back at the beginning, and now it's stuck - at least until he gets a real name. Welcome to the world, little Steve. Your eyes are a bit crusty and you have to wear mittens because you keep stuffing your hands in your mouth and chewing furiously on your fingers. You have tiny little legs like a chicken, and your socks and hats are too big for you and you snuffle like a baby wombat, but you are lovely in every way.