It's looking like five weeks from now. Although if it's six from now, it'll really be seven because of May Day, which is (surprisingly enough) a really big deal in China, what with the communism and the workers and all.
There's more on the official response to the baby snatching thing out on the wires now. OK, nix wires, out on the web. Stricter regs in the orphanages being suggested by national officials. Still disturbing, but nice that there's some kind of... attention.
In less disturbing news, we seem to have settled on a name. A Western name. (As opposed to his r?míng, or "milk name.")
Although Seth will possibly be distraught to learn that he, after much debate in House Balfour, will not be the young lad's namesake (dashing hopes for a Gnostic two-fer), we've stuck with the same monogram.
Sebastian.
Sebastian Rae Huang Iain Balfour. (Got a saint, got both grandfathers' middle names in there, rolls nicely off the tongue, and, emphatically, doesn't spell out the word "shrub.") As well as the saint (who's one of the orisha, too, dont'cha know), it's also the name of an older cousin who supplied me with science fiction novels with naked ladies in them when I was young and easily led astray. |
