...7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Young Old!

As most of you have heard by now, our son was born this Tuesday, August 19th at 7:25am. He's a healthy little wookie...really, he has a full head of thick, black hair, plus a bit of back and shoulder scruff...and we're both deeply in love with him already. I'm still in complete awe of the mantle of responsiblity that's quickly settled upon our shoulders. We're both operating on maybe a dozen hours of sleep between the two of us, spread out over three days at the hospital, so we're more than a little tired, but I knew from all of your wonderful phone messages that you'd be dying for an update. So, yes, we're now safely home, turning off the cellies, locking the door to visitors, and concentrating on that whole parenting thing.



The trip was strange and bone-tiring, filled with many new-felt emotions and the most amazing payoff imaginable. More to follow tomorrow...the bed is singing it's lovely siren song to us weary travelers. Zzzzzzz...