– 12:09 pm
This happened on Monday, meeting your paternal grandfather for the first time (albeit virtually). He’s the one who named you Wanchambi. That’s Carl my younger brother, both of whom are in Cameroon currently. I don’t seem to have the cheeks you all share. In all, a beautiful event.
I wonder how much this interaction would cost to fructify without technology to support it. A lot.
Pah Dan, your grandfather, also sent me this great picture of him in our traditional outfit (and no it’s not worn every day, just for special occasions). It’s called the Toghu. We pronounce it /tor.gor/. You have every right to own one. And if you ever decide to wear it, do so with pride and dignity.
I also tried sleeping you in bean bags, twice now to great success.
PS – The swaddle we “upgraded” you to is a teeny bit too small at the shoulders so Liza is going to gift it away. Besides, it defeats its purpose by having way too much wiggle legroom. You’re like an armless karate kid in it, beating the shit out of the air for no reason. Cruel really.