Funny thing happened to me last week. I met the (other) man of my dreams. He's short, skinny, toothless, fairly bald, and is a milk-drinking fiend - but I'm in love. He's crazy about me, too. Every three hours, I'm the only person he has eyes for. He even cries out until I have him back in my arms again. Some people say I'm robbing the cradle, but I just say "Jealous."
Want to meet him? His name is Charles Elliot Bomgardner, or just "Charlie" for short. He was born last Friday, January 7th, at 8:35 am here in NY. He was 8.6 pounds and 20 inches long. That is a whole pound heavier than Oscar (my two year old) and an inch shorter. We're all pretty smitten with him. He is a cuddle-bug.
We named him Charles after both my dad and Tim's dad. They are both really special fellas and we know that our little Charlie will grow up to make them both proud.