Do you know where you were and what you were doing on April 8, 2009, at 9:23 am, Pacific time? Well if not, you’d better come up with a reasonable sounding fake answer quick, because I fully expect you to know what was going on when our son, Simon, entered the world.
(Booyah! How’s that for a dramatic opening? And now I’ll deftly cut to the visual payoff …)
Anyhow, while you’re thinking about whether you were actually in the office bathroom at the time he was born, and whether you’d like to change that to “I was thinking about you and Julia and composing an appropriate celebratory tune upon the hoped-for birth of your son,” here are some statistics to bide the time (but do get crackin’ on that tune, please):
9 lbs., 4.5 oz. Not quite Gigantor status, but no shrinking violet, either.
22.5 inches long. Yes, my metric friends, that is inches, not centimeters. Though born in Oregon, this child is clearly a result of his Texas-sized genes. Whatever that means.
14.5 inch head circumference. I have no idea how that compares in the Baby Statistics Land, but given the size of his father’s head, that’s likely fairly high on the “orange on a toothpick” scale.
So yeah, Simon. Welcome to the world, son.
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Not quite Gigantor? Whatever – you didn’t birth him.
Congratulations, friends! He is beautiful! God’s blessings, the Crawfords
I don’t know, he looked pretty small to me. Way smaller than, say, my wife. And I’ll get in trouble if I say he’s cuter than she, so let’s just say he’s cute. Welcome to the SE Portland kidsplosion, Stadlers!