A boy actually, born surgically at around 6:30 in the morning at the Stratford General Hospital!

Unable to wait for his scheduled appointment at 9:30, Wilhem Edward began day zero as happy and relaxed as one could imagine. He’s healthy and happy, and mom is pretty good too, though sore and doped up to the eyeballs.

This is our second broodling (the first being Erik Alexander), and he represents the continuation of my not so well conceived plan to breed an army of superior technology workers, able to control any computer system. By 2015 my offspring may well be instrumental in bringing to fruition my cunning scheme to become Emperor of the World.

Or not. Maybe my hair will simply go grey, and I will be told as much by the other parents as we watch our children bounce around on the hockey ice.