Meet Louis. (And call me Glam-ma.)

The tiniest little king arrived in the wee hours of a Tuesday morning — and my heart is literally exploding. Welcome to the world, beautiful Louis. Already the most loved precious little boy on the planet, and already holding this entire family in the palm of one perfect little hand.

Now, a word on titles. Some women become Grandma. Some become Nanna. I, peeps, will be answering exclusively to Glam-ma — because there is absolutely no reason a woman can't do 3am cuddles with a decent blow-wave and a good earring. Louis my darling, your Glam-ma has standards, and you will inherit them.

I am so incredibly proud of our beautiful Ba — my gorgeous Phoebe — and pappy Theo, my soon-to-be son-in-law, who are already absolute naturals at this. Watching your girl become a mum is a feeling I truly can't put into words, and I'm never short of a word. There were tears. There were many, many photos. There was one very patient midwife.

The aunties and uncles have already formed an orderly (ish) queue for cuddles — Allegra and Matisse fighting over holds, and Maximus looking suspiciously comfortable with a newborn on his arm. He's been christened into the family properly too: hand-knitted jumpers from the great-aunties, and yes, a Roosters onesie before he was a week old. Nonno would expect nothing less.

Our family just grew by two little feet, and somehow the whole world feels bigger for it. Louis, welcome to the beautiful chaos. We've been waiting for you.