I know that many of you will get tired of seeing pics of a sleeping baby. But when that baby is as adorable as this guy, in my estimation, one just can't enough of it. I could stare at him all day.

(Besides, I fear that it will take a miracle to get him to sleep through the night and so these images are just a placebo for the exhausted state of my very being.)
Grandpa Hunter couldn't look any more elated if you told him he'd just won an exemption on the Champions Tour.
Uncle Ryan, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber. He's thinking, "Yeah, this is all fine and dandy now, but when this guy goes poo, I'm handing him over."
It may not look like it but there is a baby in there (no, not in Momma Ceph). We decided to get out of the house and show the slumbering superstar his neighborhood. I thought for sure he'd grow tired of being all squished into his BabyBjorn but he didn't seem to mind all. That is a good sign since we plan on doing a lot of walking with him in tow...
I can't believe that Lil' Karl is sleeping in this delicate chair that vibrates like a naked mole rat in the Wasatch Mountains during ski season.
You plug about 3oz. of formula in this kid and he's out like a light for a couple of hours.
(I sure hope it'll be this easy to get him to sleep as he gets older...)
It really was nice to have the brother of Lil' Karl's namesake stop in for a visit. I think this was the first and only time that Uncle Kurt has ever been to the house (even though we've been living there since September of 2000). Go figure, it took a baby to lure him up from the compound in Gardner. Crazy days.
He says he doesn't understand why we didn't name him 'Kurt' and that he was never very fond of the name 'Karl'... something to do with a childhood trauma in Salt Lake City. (Who doesn't have trauma in SLC?!?)