A son! My wife went into labor 1 week early on Sunday afternoon at 2pm or so. By 6pm, I was holding Owen Russo. 8 lbs, 15 oz., 22 inches. Everyone is doing great! They are sound asleep right now. This week has been a blur. Everything revolves around him, and what he happens to need at the moment. No amount of people warning me has quite prepared me for that. He was downstairs in the basement last night; mesmerized by the 65" widescreen. THats my boy! And by the way, since we can't think of any other reason why he is named Owen, we're telling people its after Owen Lars. Which is partially true.