As implied in my previous post, and to justify my long absence, my household has been visited by our long-awaited second child. Ambrose Philip was born May 18, weighing in just one ounce shy of nine pounds. Mommy was once again blessed with less than an hour of heavy labor (offered up for an end to abortion - against my better judgment - I tend to be a more 'conversion of Russia' kinda guy, but she's the one doing the pushing). His little brother, Augustine, thought the whole thing was great fun until he realized that we were bringing him home from the hospital. But he's warming up. Two kiddies and a convalescing wife equal little blogging time, so expect these pages to be quiet.
To forestall objections, yes I know that Ambrose should have been firstborn, Augustine second. These things are a little easier to plan on paper than in reality, okay? His name has seems to invoke either unbridled joy or sheer horror ('what an unfortunate child', said one mother). And no, I didn't force it on my poor wife; she was the one set on it. Ambrose will be made a Christian this Sunday (no 'let-him-wallow-in-original-sin-for-six-months-so-all-the-relatives-can-be-here' - I'm an Augustinian, remember?)
