Thursday, September 10, 2015


A week later and I'm still in quiet awe about the miracle of birth.

A few first glimpses at our boy, Ewan.

Fresh out of the oven.
In repose.
My two babes.
First meal.
The delivery team: some amazing women (Laura, left, who played catch, and Helen, right, who coached the late innings).
At home, at last.

Batman or Dr. Evil?
Or a guitar god?
"Ah, fogettabout it, Daddy!"
Yummy thumb.
"You're still here?"
"Always, my son."