On Valentine's Day I gave birth to this little boy. He is in fantastic health and very sweet. I won't be posting the birth story because it's a scary one. Suffice to say, it was without any drugs but ended badly so I am bedridden for some time. My husband likened it to a Sam Peckinpah film but I was too out of it to know. My baby's first name is the same as a recently deceased African-American playwright, a rather schmaltzy French impressionist painter and a month. I think it suits him.