Our baby boy is here, 18 days old today.  He's making Louie look enormous, his nappies are ridiculous in comparison.  We named him Arlo, but Louie insists on Arlo Joe.  He's a sweet little thing with that concerned, bewildered look of newborns.  I've been cuddling him to sleep and reassuring him that the world is a great place to be but he's still not convinced.  A few more nights sleeping on mumma and I reckon he'll start feeling more confident.  He's got a sparkle to him, I think he's going to be a funny boy, a wee gap toothed sprite perhaps.  We are all in love with him and so glad to have him here.