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Me picking up James for the first time. I beat Ann to the punch as I pretty much ran ahead into the hospital. As soon as I saw James, I wept. 10 years of emotion busted out of me.
Ann holding James for the first time.
Me and Ann and James Howard.
All the nurses that took care of James until we could come pick
him up.
Ok, so this pic isn't about me. Ignore the fact that I've got the top of my head chopped off and focus on James' noggin.
Us with Rosemary and Charles (Ann's parents) with their new grandson. Note the bandsaw in the background. We're already getting him used to working with his hands.
Charles with James Howard.
The Dude.
Rosemary with The Dude.
Me feeding James.
One more pic of me feeding him...
We first met James at Saint Anthony's hospital in Frisco, Colorado at 11.45 a.m. on Sunday, August 20th. The following are pictures of our first day with him and bringing him home from the hospital.
Click on thumbnails for larger pic.
