And look at this one…my friend Mary took it. This is Miles.
Aaaand, can’t forget my Oliver bear!
All three (taken by Mary)
It was a half good, half horrific weekend. Saturday was good. Actually, I should back up. Friday was great. We had friends babysit that night, and we saw Indiana Jones. I really liked it! Harrison Ford is still dreamy, I’m happy to report. And then on Saturday, I took the boys to play with some friends. Between Mary’s little guy, Hadley’s twins, and my triplets, we had six little boys under two. Of course, mine were just sitting there like (admittedly cute) lumps while the others were running around like little (admittedly adorable) wild men. The older boys had no interest in mine – unless their moms were holding one, and they really didn’t like that. But they made me SO excited for my boys to be that age. They are just too, too cute. Such boys, you know? Running, screaming, sweating, rolling around in puddles. Ack!
And then we went to my friend Mandy’s house, where there was a baby closer to their age! Just a couple of months older than my boys, and let me tell you, it was terrifying to see how close we are to mobility! Gaaah! But there were lots of fun toys to play with, and I think in about 16 years, we might have some fighting over pretty Miss Annabel.
A reaches for Oliver. You can see him saying “oooh, pretty girl!”
But then there was Sunday. Actually, it started at around Midnight. The boys were experiencing, let’s just say, something very smelly and messy and it involved baths and the changing of sheets at midnight, 2 am, and 4 am. And then all day on Sunday too. Fun times! Yeah. Happy Father’s Day, George! Hope you like poop!