With the world economic system in chaos, candidates vying with slogans and mud, and the nations teetering ... teetering ... teetering, one would be born who would bring hope, cries of protest, and urine.  One named Charlie.  At 13:09 Singapore time, Charles Dylan Chai-Mulkerin came into the world complaining and when the midwife tried to clean him up, he showed what boys could do ... three times.

Despite his puckish proclivity to pee, Charlie did get to spend a number of hours in the Neonatal Intensive Care as he apparently was still getting used to the transition to breathing air.  However, as of this writing he has sorted himself out sufficiently to be moved to the regular nursery.

Denise, Charlie's mom, is also doing well at this hour though she occasionally complains that her tummy hurts ... you know, right around the area of the c-section.   She also has taken this time to slow down and relax as in the ten hours since the deliver, she has only written three company reports, gone on two roadshows, and initiated on twelve companies ... but she had to have something to keep her busy during the delivery.  (If you don't like or appreciate this humor, stop reading and just coo over the following photos):

The night before:

Waiting ... 

The man of the hour ...