Bright eyed.

What's up?

Freeze!

Bjorn and friends.

Scenic view? Bjorn begs to differ. As we walked around Hot Springs National Park, very few people could resist smiling when they saw him passed out like this. I'm surprised no one thought we were carrying around our dead baby like Rick Santorum.

Snuggled.

Hoody.

Playing. His arms are too short so he's trying to move the ring with a Jedi mind trick.

In his room, on his table, pondering his existence. Oh no wait, in this one he's just looking at the window curtain.

Bjorn on his first mountain top, Pinnacle Mountain in Arkansas.

As you can see, it was an exhausting climb, especially in the rain. Apparently he had complete faith in his father's ability to climb up the steep slippery rocks without falling and crushing him. Or, as our friend John said "I'd be tired too if I had to carry Lars on my back all day."

He loves his changing table.

Bjorn.

Bjorn at his first wedding. After an early outburst he had to watch from a distance.

Bjorn doing his best George Costanza impression.

Surrendered to sleep.

The whole family. Unfortunately I forgot my pitchfork in the car.

Who knew laying on a bed could be so enthralling.

Flashback: Bjorn at 2 weeks.

Bjorn offerring his best photography advice.

This is one of my favorite faces, he often makes this little frown when he is looking around and taking inventory of his surroundings.

His feet almost thouch the ground, almost.

Tasting his hand. Let me guess Bjorn, it tastes like chicken? Yeah, I haven't heard that one a thousand times before. In this case it's really true though, his only toy is an old chicken leg from KFC.

Next they will be reading Metamorphasis by Franz Kafka.

Mother bear protecting her cub (from flash photography).

Losing it.

Chipmunk cheeks.

He smiles a lot now.

Out for a walk in the neighborhood.

Megan and Bjorn.

Working on something.

Happiness.