My friend Eve had her son Friday night.
He was born around 6 pm, with a very good set of lungs on him. :D
I was lucky enough to be in the delivery room with her and her husband and while I am sure labour is very hard it is also a beautiful thing.
So Baby Bakin' is no longer baking and has been dubbed Bilbo due to a confused brain over breakfast the next morning. This is, of course, not his real name.
Which we will not discuss because I don't like his real name. But he's not my kid, right?
While I've said this before, I'm going to try and get back into the swing of posting.
I'll try and come up with more interesting things to talk about than baby Bilbo.