Brady Hendricks Binggeli was born.
We didn't visit him in the hospital because, even for something happy, hospitals oog me out and I didn't want to go traipsing around with three dirty boys. Instead, we waited to meet the little squirt when he arrived home.
There is just something "heavenly" about tiny new little squirts fresh from heaven. They smell good and are so soft. Elliott is pretty much a baby whisperer and really loves holding tiny people. Wyatt was nervous, but did a great job. Quinn was pretty indifferent - he wants to be close and is fascinated by such tiny creatures, but doesn't really want anything to do with them because, did you know, babies pee and poop in diapers? That's just gross.
He's cute. We like him a lot. Now Grandpa Karl has his starting 5 for basketball. Molly can keep score on the sidelines (not because she's a girl, but because she probably doesn't want to play and keeping score, and stats, is a noble calling).
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