Welcome Mr Bear

It was a dark and stormy night. The fog was rolling in, wrapping the city in a thick, white blanket. The first drops announced a pending rain. The wind assured the people of the city that to wander down the street at this late hour was not a good idea. So then why did a man come running down the street? And why was he carrying a giant ball?

The answer is easy; Sexy Mom and myself decided to go to the hospital, just in case you know, to get a check up. What we didn't know was that a couple of hours later, we would finally have our baby boy with us. This means that in between contractions, I dashed out running like crazy to get the bag we had prepared for the occasion, that we obviously had left in the car, including the giant birth ball.

And now he is with us; 3.5 kilos, 52 centimeters, 10 fingers and 10 toes of perfectly assembled Mr Bear. He is simply perfect! And Sexy Mom was simply perfect. So far, comparing with his sister, it seems that Miss Cupcake is the nordic looking with Spanish temperament, and Mr Bear is the Spanish looking with Nordic temperament.

Outside the wind is still howling, but we don't care. We have a big bear to protect us.