Here he is, my raison d'être, my heart, my purpose.
Ace Christopher
At the time of this writing, he's six weeks old.
By God's Grace, he's happy and healthy, ten little fingers and ten little toes. He's stubborn just like his Mother and is temperamental just like his Father. Pray for us.
Also, his nickname is "The Commish" he hands out orders and, we follow them. The End.
In the future, expect a good portion of my posts to revolve around him and my experiences raising him, or more like - his raising me - more on that subject on a future blog entry.
For now, "ooh and ah" at how cute he is.
Was that last sentence vain and full of conceit? Yes, yes it was but I'm his pop, cut me some slack.
If Ace had the ability to speak I'm sure he'd say something along the lines of
"Hi World!! :)" "Do my bidding!!" >=]
But with a smile, so, you'd do it euphorically enveloped in his charm. Soak that up for a bit while I think on my next post.
G
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