I'm pretty sure the recent arrival of the little one and my sad upkeep of this blog have killed my readership. But, it's good to write, if only for myself and my sanity to think of any occasional topic other than spitup and poop output. Welcome back readers (me)!

My sister Momi took on the next Ululani's project since travelling and working while caring for a 3 month old was beyond me. Yes, I know they do it in Africa, but I am not that advanced - yet.  Anyway, back to Momi. She's finished her job and has taken a few days to visit 'ohana on Oahu and while there has taken some amazing shots of the north shore surf. It's big wave season and they did not dissapoint. Northern Pacific storms brew up the perfect big breaks this time of year and the power, sound and smell of these giants have been on my mind. Yesterday I went to IKEA to pick up a few basic supplies and um, eat meatballs, natch and low and behold the PREMIAR caught my eye. A whopping 79" wide by 55" tall, it's bound to impress.  The waves are of Hawaiian waters and were captured by Mark A Johnson.  Nice job IKEA! 

Our bedroom has an ocean theme in it's artwork and I'd love to see this above the headboard. We do have the one pictured below hanging there currently. It's pretty cool too and I got it from my favorite thirft years ago for $10.  Hmmm, diapers or art? Diapers or art?

So, I realized I never shared with you the Ululani's Lahaina retail shop final look. Okay - next time, I promise! A hui hou!

Here's a story...after hearing I'd need to be induced next week because of Assymetrical SGA (Small of Gestational Age), Jereme and I prepared for a hospital birth with petocin, an epidural, a prolonged labor, walking the halls, doula, maybe a c-section and all that. Our little man isnt technicaly due until November 4th so having him early wasnt quite what we'd planned.

On Monday night, we went to our third out of four Baby Birth classes and I told everyone I was starting to feel some contractions..braxton hicks? false labor? Something, but that I would probably miss the next class due to the inducement anyway. Well, let me just say that sometimes the plan and prep of parents and doctors and everyone gets completely thrown out when the baby decides for himself what he thinks is best. To put a long story short - I had sporadic contractions all that night, called labor and delivery at 4am who told me to I was probably dehydrated and to try drinking a liter of water first before coming in, my water broke all over the sofa at 8:50 am, and on the way to the hospital - I needed to start pushing, DH had to run a red light to get to the emergency where this moaning mama was run by a nurse down the halls in a wheelchair to the L&D and was told I was fully dialated. The only thing missing was the Benny Hill theme song. Less than 20 minutes after pulling up in a panic to the front doors, we welcomed 37 week, 4 day, 5lb, 5oz baby Arthur into this world. Crazy but true. We are all healthy and happy though still in some shock. We'd not found a pediatrician yet, I still have three more prenatal swim classes, not even fully picked out his name - but hey - sometimes babies know when it's time - even when they are still a tiny, cute peanut.