Meet Mr. Mullet

And in a bold move, I give you...Everett Lane. He's two days old now, but we've yet to hear him talk to us. PHEW. And since we love his name so much, we haven't even called him Mr. Mullet once. Amazing. (I know in the past I have referred to myself as only "e" and my dear husband and only "c." However, since I do realize that when I comment on my own blog it discloses my name, I'm pretty much over the initialization.)

Of course we're in love with him. Of course we're wondering how the hospital really could let us leave with him.

Here's little Rhett holding C's hand.

The always-horrible post-birth shot. Argh. But he looks too good to not include it.

Another one with the wide-eyed boy.

The car ride home.

I LOVE this one. Chilling at home.

And the proud papa.

P.S. The weird intro used above was something C and I got to hear in a recent fast and testimony meeting when one testimony bearer concluded and then let the next person speak. Awesome.