No, he's not mine. Seriously.
Big congrats as a +1 has been added to the Chicago Martin's family unit. Little Evan stormed into the world on Aug. 23, weighing in at a healthy 7+ lbs. He's got all his fingers and toes, and like any good kid already has taken a few years off of Mom and Dad's lives.
Both Mom and Baby are resting and doing well, and the rest of the Martins/Moseleys can't wait to meet the little fella.
As a Martin, I'm sure that my younger/bigger brother has already told Evan that being born in Chicago does NOT excuse him from the lifelong misery of following the Reds and Bengals.
For updates on first-time parent adventures, as well as Evan's pooping, sleeping and pooping+sleeping, check out The Blog. Then come on back here for your dick jokes and fart humor.
On a side note, I got a new phone (not an iPhone) and tried to blog from it. Complete. Fail. I'll blame it on solar flares.
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Evan's excited for his first skating lesson Uncle Kelly.
Come on kids, give Evan a chance to discover the majesty and travesty of being a Bears fan. We're always welcoming more into our clubhouse of horror.
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