Here we go again...

We were all sitting around minding our own business on a Wednesday night, during a winter that was so cold that the icicles grew upwards...


...when the the long-fabled fourth Huff made his will known: "Hold on to your britches, because I'm coming soon."

He wasn't kidding, as within about two hours of arriving at the hospital we met this friendly face:


We're still not sure where all that hair came from.

So we happily introduce Truman Robert Huff to the world.


He is happy to see you, too.

For those of you keeping score (or weirded out because you think we named our son after a Jim Carrey movie), his name is most directly inspired by Truman O. Angell, former chief architect of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, who was architect of the Salt Lake Temple, where Megan and I were married. If you are curious, here is a picture:


Maybe that is where all the hair is from.

Truman has enjoyed a warm reception. Topher is swelling with big brother pride (I had a great obscure "1984" joke for this parenthetical statement, but didn't feel like being the only one to get my jokes today). He is already being a big helper:


Do you ever take this thing off any sweet jumps?

His aunts and grandma were super happy to see him:



But I think his mom is the most happy to have him here...


...and no longer constantly kicking her in the bladder.

So I think I will leave it at that for now. He is a super sleepy boy, so most of our pictures of him since we got home look something like this:


We are more than happy to have him sleeping (he seems to be trying to make up for all the sleeping that Topher doesn't do), but it doesn't make for the most compelling posts, so we'll try and rile him up in the next few days so we can post some more.