While this may not be a personal blog, events like this are nice to share. Here is my son-in-law’s e-mail:
To his utter astonishment your grandson was born on August 19 at 4:16 p.m. He weighed in at 7 lb 4 oz and passed the Apgar test with flying colors, reaping the benefits of more than nine months of assiduous preparation. He is already happy to demonstrate his command of German umlauts by regularly reciting “rabäh, rabäh,” a perennial infant favorite the world over. Mother and child are exhausted but resting happily at home.
Besides, of course, being born to a beautiful and loving mother, he is also lucky to have a father who captures that look upon his son’s face – the “utter astonishment” at entering this loud, bright, and exciting world.
Felicitations!
Congratulations!
Congratulations. Best wishes to all.
CONGRATS!
Many congrats: I’ve got one on legs and another on the way. Pure joy.
Congratulations, Ginny. Good size.
Congratulations! May the bairn thrive and prosper!
I hope they didn’t mutilate his little pecker and try to justify it on the basis of some religious superstition.
All the best.
Thanks from everybody. Of course, we are quite happy. And lucky, of course. My daughter sees some of her husband, some of her grandmother, and much of her in him – our connections made real in the baby’s legs and face, though he is clearly on his way to being his own self.
I’m jealous. My first experience in life was having one prong of birthing forceps gouged into my right eye leaving it blind for the rest of my life.
In my more morose moment I think life went down hill from there.
Well, Shannon, it may have been downhill for you but I suspect a couple (or more?) of kids consider your contributions important & you’ve sure given many of us pleasure here – with your less biological and more verbal contributions.