Last baby-bump pic.
Taken right after the water broke, and right before the contractions started.
8 pounds, 11 ounces. NFL, here we come!
Papa Kirkland.
A little out of it, but looking good!
Proud parents.
Whoa! We made a baby!
Little Liam making a good Calvin & Hobbes face.
The family unit.
The fam with Dr. Tabas.
First bath. Somebody's pissed!
Flared toes, and big hands!
Born with long black hair, slightly curly.
This is not anywhere near the level of accommodation we're used to. Take me to your best womb at once!
Flared toes, big hands, mark two.
Colleen was pretty amazing. This kid is huge!
Please insert milk. Thanks.
When we're not screaming or pooping, we usually nap.
Grandma Debbie!
Naptime.
A little QT for mom and son.
Holding hands.
He has an impressive conehead.
This hat makes him look like a Keebler elf.
Baby burrito!
He has his mom's cupid-bow lips.
He has also huge cheeks, and a double chin. With his hat off, he looks like Winston Churchill after a bender.
Fuzzy. Our camera is a little on the old side. (This was actually taken in daguerreotype mode.)
Bonding.
Pretty cute!
Nearing the 12-hour mark on day one. Everyone is a little sleepy.
Whatchou lookin at?
Preparing to exit the hospital. We have ducks on our feet.
Ducks.
The full outfit. A gift from the Sharkparents.
You can't tell here, but his eyes have a lot of blue in them.
Handsome kid!
Post baby bump, and looking good!
What the hell is this thing, and why am I strapped into it?!?
OK, now I'm bored. Yawn.
We have trouble staying awake sometimes.
We are also a little on the gassy side.
Locked in, wrapped up, and ready to go.
Our room, with a view.
Flowers from the Pollock team.
Day 4. Everyone's a little tired...
...but still pretty happy about the new addition.
"We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender..."
Just wrapped up a Skype session with Grandpa Shark.
We always get a little sleepy after video chats.
The very picture of contentment.
Flowers from the Cutline team.
Liam's first date, with Sofia Ponce de Leon. Liam was a little gassy, and Sofia was a little sleepy -- still, not too bad as first dates go.
Liam just pooped his pants, in a very loud and public way. Guess we still have a thing or two to learn about proper date etiquette.
Liam's command center, a gift from Grandpa Don and Grandma Joan.
Swaddled and swinging!
Daddy's little wingman.
Putting our feet up.
It's Grandpa Shark! Whoa!
Dad logs in a feeding session.
Story time.
10 points if you can recognize the book.
Grandma Debbie, showing us how it's done.
Liam and Sofia!
Just like last time: Sofia is sleepy, and Liam is gassy.
Power to the people!
Jockeying for position.
BFFs.
Naptime approaches.
Liam, in a moment of zen.
In case you hadn't noticed, this onesie has a collar. And yes, it's popped.
Food coma.
In the command center, asleep at the wheel.
With Grandma Debbie.
Liam loves his mom.
These guys are napping machines.
With Grandpa Scott.
