Ewan

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."