Born again

Two days ago I became an eight-month old Brazilian and today, Sam, you become a nine-month old human, which according to some people means you are only now fully born. You spent six of your first nine months swimming in a strange sea in central London. If you'd been born there life would have been easier and your dad would not now be tearing his hair out trying to transform you into a Brit. But easier isn't always better and, whatever my dissatisfactions with life in Brazil, it's certainly been an experience - the experience of your lifetime and therefore perhaps also of mine. Happy "second-birth" day, son.