Folks: My wife, Beena, and I, having thumbed our noses at Malthus, added to the population problem today by adding Daniel Varghese Philip to the mix. While I use the collective form, I have to admit that Beena took care of the harder bits. I mostly took care of sourcing unusual flavors of ice cream at odd hours of the day or night.
Danny looks forward to a long series of hand-me-downs from his elder brother Ben, who's mildly ticked off that he's not the centre of attention any more. My wife tells me that sharing his birth weight is obligatory. It was 3.2 kgs/ 7 lbs. I believe that's above average but too low to get me a bulk discount. So far, he mostly seems to be taking after his father: - He hasn't any hair to speak of - He hasn't said anything sensible yet - He promptly goes to sleep when he's fed. Fortunately his looks take after his mother: cute as a button. Here's the proof: http://www.dropbox.com/gallery/7051849/1//Danny%27s%20First%20Day?h=4c6662 Mother and Baby are both tired after an exciting first day but are otherwise doing fine. The father, however, hasn't quite settled back down to his normal level of lunacy. -- b
