Yesterday, Heather and Jack welcomed their new son Asher to the world. Three weeks early and yet 7lbs 7oz.
Asher's arrival was sort of like the end of Air Force One, where Harrison Ford has to fight off the terrorists, then parachute to safety. Of course, Asher's older brother's birth was sort of like the end of Alien...so I guess the little guy had it easy. But in any event, the point is: Congratulations to the tired, achy, drugged-up, anxious, and yet delighted parents.
So nice to have another boy on the team. What with Callie, Maddie, and Freddie, we were hip-deep in girls around here. When Little Mr. Frumin and Little Mr. Taylor arrive this fall we'll have quite a nice group for canasta. Or whatever young people do these days.
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