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.
Emmett is snuggly, cuddly and loves eating and sleeping. He's a pretty standard-issue newborn, except, of course, he's exceptional because he's ours. But I know you're just here for the photos.
Kasper likes to be a hands-on big brother.
Please note, Emmett is in Mama's lap, not big brother's lap.
Seriously, I worry he'll be ticketed for excessive cuteness. Or having too many cheeks.
Everyone needs a butterball on Thanksgiving -- our nine-pounder arrived a few days early. Emmett George was born at 3:45 p.m. on Sunday, Nov. 18. He's 21.5 inches tall and, as you can see, pretty darn cute. Mom and baby are both doing wonderfully and should be ready to leave the hospital tomorrow.
More pictures -- here he is getting checked out -- he was about 2 minutes old, and he wasn't quite ready for the bright lights of the big city.
All bundled up:
My tired-out twosome -- it was a lot of work getting this little guy into the world:
Emmett and I meet at last. He's a keeper:
We left for the hospital at 3 a.m., with Kasper still asleep in his bed. We owe a huge thank-you to our neighbor Reene, who came over and stayed with Kasper during the day. And to Kasper's mema, too, who made the five-hour drive from North Carolina and is taking care of Kasper right now.
And what does Kasper think of his baby brother? He was pretty excited to see "Emmett George" last night:
