While poking around the computer, I found one of the birth announcements I made after Oliver's arrival. You probably don't remember receiving it and, consequently, never truly realized the joy associated with the arrival of the world's most amazing boy. Sure he wimpers a wee-bit more than I think is necessary and he's closer in size to a peanut than a dump truck, but he's without a doubt the best son I've ever had. The world is now and continues to be a better place because of Oliver. By now, most of you know he's here, has six teeth and likes to eat dirt more than grilled cheese. At first, I was confused by his ways, but now remember that much of what can be understood has little to do with how life truly works. Something else befuddling is my wife: she didn't want me to send this out. I don't know her reasoning nor do I think I'd understand; the ways of a lunatic are best observed and not engaged. Be that as it may, I know she wanted all the world to know of Oliver but, perhaps, she wasn't comfortable with the breast-like petals hanging pendulously above the boy. Nonetheless, here it is: Ollielujah. Let's rejoice again.