Sunday night we all went to Jen's Grandpa's house to decorate cookies. I was post call, so I was barely awake, but everyone else seemed to enjoy it. 

These were the final result. Oh the plethora of cookie decorating talent.. 

That's all folks. Happy Halloween everyone 

Jen and I decided that we had to add a few photos of bathtime. Those of you who know Liam know how much he loves his bath. In fact, most of you know that he pretty much can't function without it. So here are a few shots of Liam doing what he does best. 

Jen took this picture of bathtime. I think it is one of the better ones we have of the boy, though I don't approve of the gratiutous use of crack in the photo. But I agree with Jen's stance. It is too cute not to be included. 

Everyone, meet the newest memeber of the family. Jen's brother Chris married this girl, Sara Jane Brewer-Liddell (ok so she didn't really hyphenate, but wouldn't it be funny if she did?) Chris has pretty good taste. Jen and I love Sara, and couldn't pick a better addition to the family. 

So another big stepping stone was reached here in Utah. A couple of weeks ago we sat Liam down for his first solid meal. This is something we had to get on film. 

I thought this picture was funny. Notice the relative size difference between Liam's head and my hand. It is like I am a freaking Sasquatch. But my hands look good don't you think. I think I could make a career out of enormous hand modeling. George Costanza eat your heart out (congratulations to the 4 of you who just got that joke) 

I think this photo needs no explanation. Can anyone say first sugar rush? 

Finished!! Liam pounded his first solid (well.. semi-solid) meal like a champ. 

Liam in his first food coma. Isn't is amazing how exciting stuffing rehydrated rice mush into a baby's mouth can be to his parents? I was turning cartwheels because my kid ate and didn't vomit all over me. Ah, the joy's of parenthood 

Momma was proud, not just that Liam ate well, but that he finally ate without having Mom's anatomy involved (I was looking for a more refined way to say boob, but I think I should have just stuck with boob. Sophistication be damned....) 

Being in Utah has had a few upsides. One of them is that we have been able to introduce Liam to live college football. We took him to the home opener BYU vs. Boston College. With the team being currently crappy, my hope is to hook him early so that he can suffer with the rest of us. 

Rah Rah RahRahRah, Rah Rah Rahrahrah. GOOOOOOOOOO COUGARS!!! Liam's first experience with the BYU fight song was punctuated with some crying, but i know that there was veiled excitement as well. 

Kurse Katrina

So, its been a while since Jen and I put anything new up here. Things in our life have been pretty shaken up by Hurricane Katrina. A lot has happened since that storm rippped our lives up, and we are still chuggin along. Below are some pictures of my evacuation from the storm. I left town with my friends Rob and Andrea Beck (and their friendly neighborhood German Shepard Smoky). We went to Panama City Florida to ride out the storm and watch the eventual demise of our city on TV. I honestly thought the storm would hurt the city, but that we would be back there in a week or so. Years of poor planning (by numerous administrations by the way... Al Franken and Shaun Hannity, I am looking in your direction) left me holding my hat. I left town with 4 t-shirts, a two pair of shorts, and our important documents. Good call on my part...

Jen and I have been in Utah for almost two months now. Liam has spent more time in his short life in a pack-and-play that he has in his own bed. But life goes on, and after all it is all just stuff anyway.

Below are some pictures of the days leading up to and right after the hurricane. They were taken by Ryan and Lora, and they let me steal them. Enjoy....

As Katrina approached, we all knew it was time to get out of Dodge. Here is Lora, somewhere out on I-10 enjoying her peaceful evactuation. 

Many of you Blog visitors have met Lora. Meet her husband Ryan. This is tha man that called me on my way out of town and told me I was a wuss for being scared of a little rain. "Dude lets get a hotel room and watch the whole thing go down. What, are you scared of a little rain?" A few days later, when we saw the pictures of all the windows being blown out of one side of the Sheraton downtown, Ryan mused "Wow, that would have been up there in the pantheon of bad ideas." Good call dude. Good call. 

If your place is going down, you might as well evacuate to paradise. Ladies and gentlemen, Panama City Florida. 

Once we got there we spent a lot of late nights watching Katrina inch closer, and talking about how the destruction of New Orleans would affect us. Now, for all of those of you out there who have wondered, in your private moments "I wonder if sitting around and waiting for the Fubaring (yes it is a verb) of my life would be enjoyable?" Well my friend, let me put your question to rest. It sucks, and it suck hard. After a while we figured we had to get out of the hotel or we were going to go Jim Jones. 

We figured the best idea to keep our minds off the eminent destruction of our house was to keep our minds from focusing on anything at all. Lucky for us, Panama City is full of mindless activities. Here is the whole group of us in Go-Carts, but the fun didn't stop there. (By the way Rob, should you read this, You know the only reason you won is because I was merciful. I just wanted your baby to have a father, you know, other than the mailman. You remember that.) 

So bowling did not go so well for me. I never have really figured out how to have any ball control. So usually, I just try to chuck the ball as hard as I can. I figure that the less time the ball has to screw up on the way down the lane, the better the outcome. There are drawbacks to this strategy. First, it doesn't work. Second... 

I was trying my best to will the ball into the proper position. Little did I know I would land on my a**. (This blog is edited to protect the eyes and ears of your children. Not to mention the fact that if I swear on it, Jen kicks my a**) 

Here, as you can see, is the result. Bowling never was my sport. All finesse and you can't hit anything. Seems like a pretty poor sport, but keep in mind that I likely say that cause i suck at it. 

Appparently, Lora's camera was doing acid at the bowling alley. I can't say I blame it 

For all of Ryan's talk about not being a good bowler, he destroyed the competition, much like rising flood waters destroy a poorly built levee flood wall. I'd like to thank the hundreds of Washington Bureaucrats that underfunded a strong New Orleans levee. May maggots eat out your eyes. 

So after sittng around and watching the Hurrican wreck havoc on everything we owned, Lora's mom scored us a few nights in the spacious and luxurious Orlando Condo. Orlando was underwhelmingly fun at that point