I knew it would be a boy and I'm betting that one of his four names will be Spencer. Just you watch. When I'm right, I win a prize from all of you. (Update: I wrote this last night before he had been named, thinking I'd have up to a month--side eye Queen Elizabeth. Oh well!)
Stephanie and I celebrated by eating at a French cafe (Paul)! Nothing can quite compare to those Anglo-Franco relations. At the very least we did have English candy!
Welcome to the world, future nephew/stepson/son-in-law!