Remember the Wombat’s maternity session from last week? Here’s the result!
The Wombat was a little boy – Charles Franklin. He was due around Christmas and made it into the world on December 30th, just in time to ring in the new year with the family.
I got my hands on his wee hands about two weeks later at their home in Mt. Airy (w00t!).
Strangely, but perhaps not surprisingly, Carrie was agile and ready to get back to rowing ASAP. I’m just going to say that she definitely didn’t have that baby. My guess is a surrogate and a basketball. I’m not judging but it would be great if she’d be honest with us so the rest of the new moms don’t feel awful about still being slugs 11 days (or months, in my case) later.
Pierogie, keeper of the house and first son, lovingly watched over the new arrival.
Charlie was an adorable little muffin. A bright eyed, fluffy haired, awake little muffin.
Matt paced up and down the stairs and made laps around the living room umpteen times in an attempt to get Charlie to close those peepers.
Two hours later and we were finally there.
Obviously we needed to represent Charlie’s roots.
Charlie is so wonderful and I’m thrilled to be able to watch him grow up around the corner!
