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Teddy


Just a quick post (and two days late) to say that Humpy is Humpy no more. Let me introduce Teddy. Legally, he's Edward, but we're calling him Teddy because that's the way we roll.

I'm remarkably tired and I don't have that many more coherent sentences in me, so I'll end it here for now. The short version is:
  • Sarah did an amazingly job throughout a very long birth, and
  • Teddy's an awesome little guy
More to come...
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Anonymous said…
Welcome to the world, Teddy! I can't wait to meet you!

Congrats to you and Sarah!

Also, my word verification for this comment is "poing," which is just one letter away from "pooing." Just putting that out there.
10:06 pm
Unknown said…
Congrats to all y'all!
10:43 pm
Anonymous said…
Hey guys! Congrats!

Looking forward to meeting you, buddy!
11:57 pm
Anonymous said…
Awwwwwwww! Way to go, Sarah! And Congratulations to both of you!
10:38 am
Anonymous said…
We await your next blog which should be sometime around June 2025 (when you will actually time). Good for you guys. You'll make excellent parents!! Enjoy your baby!
10:16 pm
Lorna said…
How wonderful and exciting for you. I actually prefer the photo of Teddy over at Barking Space, but that's just me--I find male facial hair appealing.
2:09 pm
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