When the boys were teeny-tiny, I called them my “bunnies”. It drove George nuts, but whatever, that was my nickname for them.

I guess Oliver’s still my bunny. The other two refused their ears. Heh.

I got the boys this see-saw toy at a consignment sale today. It really is only supposed to fit two kids, but they made it work for three. Sorta. If you look at the next pictures, you’ll see that Oliver tumbled off about half a second after this was taken.

Oliver celebrates St. Patrick’s Day.

We’re going retro here…this is Linus carrying around a *VHS* tape.

Such sporty little lads I have. No idea where that came from.

My very talented friend Katy took pictures of the boys today at City Park. I can’t wait to see how they turned out!

And seriously, I’m not exaggerating when I tell you that Katy has the best smile in the whole world. She really lights a room up with it.

All of the ladies had t-shirts made to wear to the St. Patrick’s Day parade on Saturday. Are we mom snobs? Maybe.

The ceiling at Cafe du Monde. Took the ladies to get beignets on Friday morning. Can you tell I didn’t take my camera out much?

Thursday marked the beginning of a three day gathering of 30+ moms of multiples here in New Orleans. Miles charms one of them into giving him some more crackers.

That’s not a baby, that’s a little boy. Hmm. Not sure how I feel about that…

Oliver got bit at daycare last week. Not bad, it didn’t break the skin or anything, and the other kid was appropriately chastised. I’m not too worried about that. But Oliver got a fancy Finding Nemo bandage for his troubles. Today, Gill is featured on his bandage.

And of course, I can’t give a bandage to just ONE kid. Oh no. Miles and Linus suddenly have invisible boo-boos. Which, as you can imagine, can only be cured by a fishy bandage.

Tee came over to play with the boys and Miles was, as you can see, smitten. I just wish that darn cup wasn’t in the way! Oh well.