Elijah Boo

He's a good size -- they think he's about ten pounds at the ripe old age of a week and a half.

And his lungs are very healthy, if the strength of his cry is any indicator.

He's got a very inquisitive look about him; it seemed as though he's thinking, "Let me get this straight, now.  You're the paternal grandmother.  Right.  Got it."

His parents are the usual proud/baffled/exhausted people you'd expect them to be.  And the dog has become his self-appointed guardian.

He's my new boyfriend.  And I call him Elijah Boo.