My dear friends xocobra and LD have grown their family by one this weekend.  Thursday evening while I was catching a peanut butter-induced episode of salmonella poisoning, they were at the hospital taking one out of the oven.  They’re now home with a very healthy baby boy in tow.

Lest anyone think me cold for not seeing them yet, I’m waiting to ensure I don’t pose a threat to a newborn child.  As I told xocobra yesterday, I take great pride in being clean and hygienic, but why take chances when we’re talking about a wee tot who could become quite ill if exposed to salmonella?

See, I didn’t think there was a good reason either.  So I’m waiting the requisite few days to ensure I’m over it and no longer shedding it.  That way neither mother nor son, nor the household in general, has to worry about picking up a rather unpleasant assault on their innards—something tremendously more dangerous to a baby than anyone else.

Tomorrow I’ll go see them.  In the meantime, I want to say congratulations!