In the wee, small hours of the English summer morning, a baby boy was born.
Actually, he was born in the not-so-wee, small hours of a Midwestern summer evening, but he's here and that's all that matters.
The Husband is a grandfather and I'm a granny-by-proxy. I'm so frickin' excited!
He was born at 8:13 p.m. on August 13th (very cool) and I'm dying to see a picture of him. His mother and his grandfather were both beautiful babies, so I can't imagine that he'll be any different!
I say it's time for a plane ticket and a visit, so we can get to the cuddling!
Oh the knitting I see in my future...
Welcome, little one!