Aton Andrew Bowers. That’s his name. He is due on the 17th, but I’m betting on more around the 23rd before he gets to meet us. We can’t wait to meet him. His mom is tired of being stretched like a drum head and having to walk around like a pot pie ready to come out of the oven. His room is ready. His parents are ready. His grandparents are excited like kids with a ten in a toy store. The world awaits your arrival little one. Hurry if you can (your mother will thank you).