Everyone slides through Sigil sooner or later. But plenty of cutters call the Cage home, and it's their shops, trades, and peels that keep the jink flowing - and the bone-boxes flapping. A body's got to know who sells bogus goods, and who'll scrag him (or worse) just for the fun of it. 'Course, the trick is telling friend from foe. In Sigil, a fiery fiend ain't always a serpent, and a shining celestial ain't always a lamb.

3.16.2009

Irezumi


Well little Bloom is living up to the verb form of the word and sprouting marvellously - we just had our 6 week check in and she's finally cracked the 3kg mark, now 3.258kg up from 2.58kg at birth (for you old worlders, there's about 2.2 pounds to a kg, so do the math).
It's a relief to know she's progressing well - Mrs Sigil is adamant about breast feeding, and it's been the one small point of frustration (to me) as it's not something I can help directly with. Ah well, plenty of other things for me to do.

Some updated snaps:



Oh, and I got my fourth tattoo on the weekend, and went with the one below:







2 comments:

Gobsmasha said...

She has your mouth.

It's like she's going to say something sarcastic at any moment.

Anonymous said...

She has her father's hair.