Yes, I'm alive. I'm even feeling vaguely normal. But that's not important. What is important is that, on November 19th, just before midnight, this little guy popped into the world, carrying on Sarah's family's long tradition of being born in November. Ewan Nathaniel tipped the scales at 8 lbs, 6 oz. Not frickin' huge, but not tiny either, and since Jay/Dan (#1 Maternal Uncle of the Elliott) and his wife are not big people, he could be considered contextually frickin' huge.
He's gorgeous. These two pictures make him look like a furry Elliott, which only adds to the gorgeous. I'm excited to see how much Ewan and Gargantua look alike when they're older.
We just got a status report tonight that he is very healthy and hungry, and has not only regained his birth weight, but added a 1/2 pound on top. He's on track to hit The Elliott's birth weight by Christmas. We can't wait to meet him! Congrats!
Oh, and Happy Birthday Tess, Pat, and Karen.
