Where to start? I guess, I am a father. Yeah, I know. Scary. I am so impressed with Margaret though; it seems like she's been doing this her whole life. Thank God.

Everett is a really cool customer. Pretty low stress kid, actually, though he did not start out that way! We thought he'd come along a couple of weeks ago, to be honest (I blocked off two weeks from teaching with pre-recorded lectures for my classes to make a little window of time down in AZ though, luckily). When he did finally start making his way out he offered Margaret a 28 hour labor and repeated threats of a crash c-section (at one point the docs even had her arms pinned down on the operating table).

But here he is! 7 pounds, 8 ounces, 19.25 inches, looking kind of like his mother. So far he loves his hands, eating until he can't eat anymore (and then eating some more), and unpredictable sleep patterns (though he does go down pretty good when napping with his dad). He's been a huge hit with everyone (people like babies- imagine that, right?), including his Grandma and Grandpa Paulson (his namesake). He did have a bout with Bili Rubin. Not to be confused with Billy Martin. The doc this morning said he's in much, much better shape now (no lamps needed).
We are currently up in Wisconsin. (Everett was a champ on the trip up here.) I had to go back to work today. I was exhausted. People were not kidding about the sleep thing and kids. I don't know why I thought they were. It is nice having Margaret, Everett, and Bristol up here though! Life is quite a bit different now.

BTW- thanks a lot Arizona for your lack of H1N1 vaccines! We tried to get Margaret (a really high risk individual) vaccinated before coming up to WI, to no avail. So of course she came down with Mr. Swine Flu yesterday! She got medicated and masked up immediately upon recognizing symptoms, so it has not been too bad. We're getting shot up with the vaccine next Monday, because Wisconsin is on top of things. Good on ya, cheeseheads.
OK- we'll keep you all up to date, but in general I just wanted to let you all know that God blessed me to be a dad against His/Her better judgement (luckily I have Margaret in my corner I suppose), and we thank Him/Her and all of you for your prayers and thoughts. I feel very, very fortunate.
Much love,
Nels, Margaret, Everett, and Bristol