I know. More updates, more photos, I hear it from Mema and I hear it from others. I'll do my best to improve output.
Grandchild #9 and grandchild #12 are getting warmed up and ready to put their cuteness on display for Grammie & Grampy when they arrive Saturday (keep your fingers crossed for good flying weather). Kasper is a pro, so he's giving Emmett some tips.
Well, it's not Bourbon St, but we had a good time anyway. Kasper wanted to wear all the beads but grudging agreed that Emmett needed some for the photos. It feels like New Orleans here today, 65 degrees before 11am.
To really appreciate this photo, you need the soundtrack. Of course, a slice of King Cake and a hurricane from Pat O's wouldn't hurt either.
We've got another chatty one on our hands. Don't look at me - I've got no idea where my kids get it. There was that one time that my camp counselor voted me "Most Likely to Convince Anyone That White is Black and Black is White" but it's difficult to believe that it's hardwired in my genes.
Grammie found these awesome Sugarloaf sweaters at a craft show. Kasper asked to wear his today. When I asked why, he told me, "I wanna look stylish." Job well done!
Why is it the end of December feels like going through the spin cycle in the dryer? If that wasn't enough to slow our blogging, the card reader on our last surviving computer had a run-in with a juice spritzer. Not good.
So, here's a boatload of photos to make up for lost time!
When Kasper was born, we went nowhere but the doctor's office for at least 6 weeks. How things change! Emmett has already been to preschool (multiple times), the grocery store, the mall, a babywearing meeting and more. He's a very well-traveled youngster and he just passed the three-week-old mark. He's sporting the Christmas elf pants and all-important first Red Sox hat in these photos to attend a Christmas party this past weekend.
