The holidays are always busy for us. The Twins’ birthday, Christmas, New Years… Oh, yeah. Brooke has a birthday somewhere in there too. She decided to go cakeless this year and instead have sundaes. Here’s hers (though you can’t see the double-dark hot fudge, caramel, or nuts.
I blurred the candles to obfuscate her age.
Some assembly required?
Go ahead, punk. Make my day. (BTW, it's not the gun that's new, it's the ammo belt he's wearing.)
Miles' first all-by-himself Lego project. The table was also a gift, but that's for another post.
Matching riders for the little walkers.
Can someone tell me why it seems that diapers have started hugging lower? We never had this problem with the other boys, but no matter which brand we use, they’re always showing some crack. Maybe it’s just their shapely figure?
Asher's tushy.
Perhaps the most sought after call in ornithology is that of the Ivory-billed Woodpecker. But only slightly more common is the noise of two baby boys conversing after their mother has left their bedroom. Using state-of-the-art Graco voice-activated monitoring equipment, we have captured – perhaps for the first time – this elusive sound. Listen…
The exact purpose and meaning of these varied screeches, coos, and raspberries is unknown, but a widely accepted theory would translate it as follows:
Do you see Mom?
No, I think she left.
She probably thinks we’re asleep.
LOL.