Peter Samuel... Yup.

Yeah. Their cute. And then there is that balding guy. :)

So we picked a middle name. If you haven't heard, it has been quite an ordeal. We were going to name him Peter Pace. However, the "new" Uncles, (you know who you are) vigilant in protection and mentoring felt it their duty to abandon such "loving" efforts for the more enjoyable adventure of teasing. Peter Pace quickly deteriorated into "PP" Castor. So. Um. Yeah. I'm sure our little guy could take it, maybe even become more of a man in the face of such harassment. Like the boy named Sue. (No offense Susan).
But we felt it more thoughtful and kind to avoid the onslaught, actually it had everything to do with fatherly pride and a nudge or two (actually more like a barrage of loving familial shoves) from friends and especially family, and we decided to name him Peter Samuel. (Shh... don't tell anyone it's a surprise). Ha ha. I've included some pictures below...

Oh, and for those who don't know, babies speak the most flawless Greek.

Peter's showin' off his lady's man shoes.

Annalise and Peter. I can't imagine why they're tired. :)

Peter is such a sleeper! He never cries and when he does it's only the little "yelp."

Here Peter is, confused by our inability to understand his perfect Greek.

Grandma Hyer taught us the "bath time" ropes before she had to go back to Vegas and make sure Jared had enough bananas.

Peter Baby Sandwich.