Every person who has spoken with one of us over the telephone has demanded pictures as soon as possible. So here you go...
Wise words from the Appellate Division Judge who addressed those admitted on Monday: "You won't remember many of your work days as a lawyer, but you will remember today." Wow, you mean all 87 of us admitted that afternoon had wives in labor?

Dad, that was the worst joke I've ever heard. I mean, I've only been alive for about ten minutes at the time of this picture, but that's still a horrible joke.
Um, hand. Tastes like chicken. I'll just let the rest of these pictures speak for themselves. I'm also putting up a video if I can figure out how to do it. It's uploading to Youtube right now, so hopefully I can link to it and you can watch it on the blog.

For a newborn baby Beckett is surprisingly docile. He appears to be wondering what's going on, already questioning his outer world. For instance, here, he may look a little peeved, but he's not actually sad. He rarely even cries. He's just wondering what that horrible smell is. And that smell is hospital spaghetti. That, unfortunately, is not a joke.

Mom is tired but happy

Grandma!

What is that up there?

Faux-hawk!