Tuesday, November 8, 2011


As many of you will know by now, our little bundle of joy arrived on his due date - ah, I knew you'd be impressed! - of Halloween, at the extremely sociable time of 3:14 in the morning. We are now the proud new owners of a baby boy, Oliver.
Uncle Phil says he's going to be a model. Oliver, that is, not Uncle Phil.
We won't talk about the 60-hour labor or the 4 hours of sleep in 3 days. Nope, not a mention of that! Little Oliver weighed in at 8 pounds 1 ounce upon arrival and has, thus far, been a complete charmer. This is, surely, to lull us into a false sense of security before he begins his campaign of crying all night and covering all available surfaces in bodily fluids.

So fashionably dressed that he has to have clothing credits:
Top - Krankin Klothing Empire / Trousers - Ed McLenaghan & SLZ
His main interests thus far involve 1) eating 2) looking as though he's plotting the demise of the world while making a mess of his diapers 3) chewing on his hands and 4) having sleep-offs with the cats.

The paparazzi are really going to be a problem.
Oh, and Auntie Anna thinks that his outfit is on the iffy side of metrosexual.
He may be the most beautiful baby ever born - we're not entirely sure, because we haven't verified the other 7 billion on the planet currently. For now we're pretty satisfied that he is.