Sunday morning at 7 am, little Solomon Mark Bernard arrived on the scene, as bright eyed and bushy-tailed as could be.
We were convinced he was tiny (and he sure looks it to us), but the scale revealed a chubby 9lb 6oz'er.
Initially disappointed he wasn't a girl, big sis soon became pretty territorial over her new charge.
There's no shortage of attention and curiosity. Sol will be well supervised for a little while at least.
His name took a while to come to us, but once we settled on it, it seems to fit him perfectly. We intend to call him Sol for everyday use and the particular spelling is because in french, 'sol' translates to ground or soil, which is especially appropriate for our family and farm. Of course, Solomon also means peaceful and wise, so here's hoping he catches some of that as well. :)
The crops all jumped while we were in the hospital for a couple days and the air is beautiful out there tonight. Happy to be back on home turf and at such a perfect time of year.