While we were still in the hospital, Katie and I debated as to who we thought Liam looked like the most. First we thought maybe her dad, then we thought maybe my dad. After we got him home and started looking at an old photo album with pictures of me we knew we had a winner. Liam on the left 2006 and me on the right 1978. 

Liam recovering from a long day of having his every whim catered to. A hard life indeed. 

This is the amazing cradle my mom and step dad made for Liam. 

Proof that you learn to sleep when the baby sleeps.

This the aforementioned storm. Too much prep time leads to screaming pictures.

Liam in the calm before the storm.

Liam and Uncle Reese. No new Hawaiian name for this guy.

Katie's parents got a kick out of learning some of the Hawaiian words while they were here. Thus the new names. Vicki wanted to be Gram or Tutu. James wanted to be PaPaw or Kimo. We figure at least this way Liam will have plenty of options when he learns to talk.

Liam and Kimo (Hawaiian for James)

Liam and Tutu (Hawaiian for Grandma)

Liam proving that he is a fashion forward infant. 

Already hamming it up for the camera. 

Liam had a hard day. 

First family photo. 

Just about finished. 

In the beginning...

This is the quick and dirty version of the major events of the recent past.

In January of 2005 I received orders to be stationed in Hawaii. In March of 2005, after getting our car and all of our things packed and shipped, Katie and I set off for the much sought after destination of Oahu. Not long after arriving we found out Katie was pregnant and the baby would be due on 24 December 2005. Along the way Katie developed gestational diabetes which required a fairly substantial change in our lives. The doctors decided to schedule Katie for an induced labor on the 22nd of December which worked out well since Katie's parents and brother were arriving on the 21st.

Just after midnight on the morning of the 22nd (just hours before the scheduled induction) Katie went into labor. After 13 rather painful hours (the baby decided to come out face up) Liam was born. I had heard all the usual things, "It will change your life," and "It is the miracle of Birth," but I was not prepared for how amazing I was going to feel after seeing my son for the first time.

His collar bone was broken during the birth, but he healed quickly and as I write this he is perfectly healthy and eating his body weight in breast milk everyday. Katie's dad and brother stayed for one week while her mom stayed for two. We had a week to ourselves before my mom, step dad, and newly back from Iraq brother arrived for a week. It was hectic having so many people around at the beginning, but I am not sure we could have made it through with out all the help.

Liam turns one month old tomorrow and so far we seem to be doing fine. We just keeping doing the best we can to keep him happy. Common sense and Murphy's Law tell us that it is not always going to be peaches and cream, so stick around and watch the adventure unfold with us.

Here it is. The reason that this site even exists. Our son Liam. My wife, Katie, and I plan to use this site as a way to keep family and friends up to date on what is going on here in our world. There will be pictures and stories, so feel free to comment and let us know what you think.

This is it! The Historic First Post!! Stand in awe of its perfection.