Monthly Archives: December 2012


If you weren’t aware, we’re moving to Boise next month. Cameron has accepted a lecture’s position at BSU in the Engineering department. It wouldn’t be an adventure if it was all easy, and so naturally we elected to move out of state, change careers, and have a second child all in the same relative time frame.


This is a picture of the house we bought last week in Boise. We’re calling it Bluehaus for what should be some obvious reasons. I invite your debates on chromatic interpretation, but will likely ignore any contradicting opinions. The house sits at the end of a widened culdesac on the west side of town near the intersection of Fairview and Five Mile Road. It’s set far enough off the main streets that there’s no road noise and we’re removed from the commercial areas, but close enough to be convenient. We’re pretty pleased with it, and looking forward to living somewhere that has natural greenery, four seasons, and a summer that isn’t murderous.

Baby Emma Picture Blast

Here’s a full blast of Baby Emma pictures.

All bundled up for first trip

Emma napping

Nanna and Emma









Lola and Emma

Emma and Auntie Liz and Cousin Samantha

Merry Christmas

The holiday passed us with as little drama as possible for a family trying to take care of a 2 week old baby, plan a move to another state in three weeks, start new jobs in a month, and help two Grandpas through chemo therapy. Everything went smoothly, and sleep deprivation is starting to wane, although Mommy still isn’t sleeping full nights. Unfortunately, that likely won’t change for a month or more.

Christmas Morning

We continued our holiday tradition of dinner at Lola’s house for Christmas Eve. I assumed the duties of chef this year, and cooked a nice Prime Rib Roast, mashed potatoes, green beans, and carrots and parsnips with an orange glaze. According to the immediate reviews from my wife and her mother, everything turned out well.

Christmas Dinner with Lola

This is how I looked after four hours in the kitchen.

Christmas dinner after a few hours of cooking

This is how I looked after four hours in the kitchen, several glasses of wine and a whiskey or two.

Christmas dinner after a few glasses of wine

With his treatment essentially over, we got a visit from Grandpa Glen and Grandma Lori. They got to spend a few days with Logan.

Logan with Grandpa Glen and Grandma Lori

And they got to spend some quality time with Emma.

Emma and Grandpa Glen

They even brought her a birthday cake to celebrate her null birthday.

Emma and Grandpa Glen

When you have a three year old in the house, you never get to open your own presents. Whether this is a positive or negative impact is up to interpretation. Logan has reached that age where he seems to get the most pleasure out of ripping the gift paper off the boxes, and then immediately discarding the unwrapped gift for the next. He seems less interested in the actual gift, than in the cathartic violence of dismembering gift wrapping.

Christmas Morning

Tango, for her part, seemed mostly nonplussed by the entire ordeal.


Logan took the entire holiday in stride, and capped it off by watching the classic Rankin Bass Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer while clutching his stuffed Rudolph.

Watching Rudolph with Rudolph

He was very concerned about the Abominable Snowman.

Watching Rudolph with Rudolph

Need a name? We got a name.

After considerable debate, Baby Tango finally has a real name.

Emma Adelaide Hawkins

Emma Adelaide Hawkins. Say “hello.”

Further photographic evidence of reproduction

Now that we have a nights sleep (more or less) behind us, here are some additional photos from Tango’s birth.

Begining labor

Baby Tango and Momma

Daddy and Baby Tango

First family portrait

Lastly, here’s a picture of the knife I used to cut the umbilical. When she gets old enough, I’ll pass it on to her as an heirloom.

Olamic Cutlery Suna

Happy Birthday baby Tango

Tango arrived at 6:41 this evening. She was six pounds eleven ounces and twenty inches long.

Tango has arrived

It’s been a few hours, so she looks a lot less like a tiny Ed Asner now.

We still haven’t decided on a name yet.