A family portrait

The cure for fussy babies

Anytime the fussies start, our sure-fire cure is to get a little perspective, usually an upside down one. But, when strapped in the stroller, we do what we can.

At least I had my dignity

I admit. I haven't always handled this whole mother thing with grace. Little sleep, two very active babies, a demanding schedule. Admittedly, Todd probably was on the receiving end of more than a few snappy comments. But, at least I have my dignity. Or, should I say, had my dignity.

So one of H's favorite things lately is belly buttons. Heaven knows why but he takes great pleasure in lifting someone's shirt and sticking his finger in their belly button. E's, Todd's, Gma's, mine.

And so it was Saturday morning as we were relaxing on the floor. I was on my back and H crawled over, moved my shirt and started playing with my belly button. Then, he slapped his hand down on my belly and, well I'll be honest here, saw it jiggle. And then he started to giggle. Hysterically. So he hit my belly again and it jiggled, he giggled. Slap. Jiggle. Giggle. Slap. Jiggle. Giggle. And so it went.

I didn't know whether to laugh along, or cry. At least now I can say that those extra cookies I nibbled were ultimately serving a greater purpose -- endless hours of entertainment for H.

Part of us, anyway

As we're posing for Gma, H suddenly decides to exact revenge for that bite lo' those many weeks ago. Apparently he had been saving it up...

Going for a walk with their cousin

It was the boys first time meeting their cousin during a visit to Gma and Gpa's. They seemed to enjoy each other's company.

You Do What You Have To

Safety Dad looks disapprovingly in the background...

Well Hello There