Since everyone has been asking for them, there are now photos of the cutest, most beautiful baby of all time (not that I'm biased 
I promise to actually write some more here soon, but for now I'd rather get back to the hospital to be with my girls.
After much thought, we have chosen a name for our little one: Romilly Constance Blackwell.
Debs is doing well, though she still needs her rest. I am also doing well, and am slowly coming to terms with the fact that I'm now a father. I think this is going to take a while to get used to.
Photos will appear as soon as possible, so you can see the most beautiful baby girl of all time (not that I'm biased
On Wednesday, I took Debs to her weekly checkup at the hospital. They decided that her blood pressure was up, and she was immediately admitted and then induced later that afternoon.
At 1:15am this morning, The Bean entered the world for all to see. She is 3.504 kilograms, and very happy and healthy, although she is a little stunned and tired.
Actually, we're all a little stunned and tired, so I'll probably rewrite this once I get some sleep, but wow… this has got to be the most exciting day of my life. I'm so proud of how Debs did in labour, and I'm just overjoyed that we can share our lives with someone like The Bean (soon to receive a “real name” — stay tuned).
Although I have never personally experienced the Dead Grandmother Syndrome, I am well aware of its existence. As can be seen in those graphs, if you are a grandmother and your grandchild is not a very bright student, it's in your best interests to stop them going to university.
Of course, as one student at my university discovered, if you're going to lie about your grandmother dying, you really shouldn't let your mum have lunch with the lecturer.
Well, it appears that the vegetable orchestra mentioned yesterday may actually have played at the wedding of an acquaintance of mine, Kim Shearer. For some strange reason, I'm not overly surprised by this fact.
While the world appears to be quite huge, it is in fact no larger than a grapefruit. It is for this reason that no matter where you go for your driving license, you can be guaranteed to run into someone you haven't seen in years, who turns out to be living just around the corner from you.
They call themselves the “first vienna vegetable orchestra“, but you don't have to wonder why no one has tried this before. They take vegetables and fashion them into instruments. If that wasn't strange enough, they also employ a professional chef finishes each performance by turning the instruments into soup for the audience. I can't think of anything more delicious than cucumber-trumpet and spittle soup. Yummy.