On his due date, and Mommy and Daddy's anniversary, at 1:15pm, weighing in at 7lbs 3oz and 20.5 inches long.
We are so in love with our little boy. His big brothers are excited about Baby Yukee...and all the presents he bought them!
The story of one little family, three little boys, and our many adventures in DC and beyond.
Friday, May 2, 2014
Luke Alexander...
...has arrived!
On his due date, and Mommy and Daddy's anniversary, at 1:15pm, weighing in at 7lbs 3oz and 20.5 inches long.
We are so in love with our little boy. His big brothers are excited about Baby Yukee...and all the presents he bought them!
On his due date, and Mommy and Daddy's anniversary, at 1:15pm, weighing in at 7lbs 3oz and 20.5 inches long.
We are so in love with our little boy. His big brothers are excited about Baby Yukee...and all the presents he bought them!
Friday, April 25, 2014
Stuff our kids say
I know I'm biased, but my boys are so cute.
Brice: Baby Dusty! No, no Baby Dusty! Baby Meow!
Chase: (about 6:30am Saturday morning): Mommy, feel this. My beard is growing.
Helen: Oh buddy, I think it's some dried drool.
Chase: Nope. It's my beard.
Brice: (After strapping himself into the high chair) Stuck! Stuck!
Stephen: Chase, do you know what Good Friday is? It's the day Jesus went to heaven.
Chase: Oh, that's sad, Daddy. He's going to miss Christmas.
Helen: Bricey, I love you to the moon and back.
Brice: No, no moon and back. Sun and back! Peh-luto and back!
Chase: (literally, 5:24am Friday morning) Mommy, I don't want you to be jealous of me today. Okay?
(Without any prompting, no context. Presumably because I had to go to work and they all got naps to make up for waking at 5:21am)
We've been listening to a lot of Raffi lately. It started with the "Brush your teeth" song and has progressed from there.
Helen: Brice, what should we name the baby?
Brice: Baby Boo-ga! No, no-- baby brush your teeth. No-- Baby Down by the Bay!
Looking forward to sending our last weekend as a family of four with these hilarious little guys.
Brice: Baby Dusty! No, no Baby Dusty! Baby Meow!
Chase: (about 6:30am Saturday morning): Mommy, feel this. My beard is growing.
Helen: Oh buddy, I think it's some dried drool.
Chase: Nope. It's my beard.
Brice: (After strapping himself into the high chair) Stuck! Stuck!
Stephen: Chase, do you know what Good Friday is? It's the day Jesus went to heaven.
Chase: Oh, that's sad, Daddy. He's going to miss Christmas.
Helen: Bricey, I love you to the moon and back.
Brice: No, no moon and back. Sun and back! Peh-luto and back!
Chase: (literally, 5:24am Friday morning) Mommy, I don't want you to be jealous of me today. Okay?
(Without any prompting, no context. Presumably because I had to go to work and they all got naps to make up for waking at 5:21am)
We've been listening to a lot of Raffi lately. It started with the "Brush your teeth" song and has progressed from there.
Helen: Brice, what should we name the baby?
Brice: Baby Boo-ga! No, no-- baby brush your teeth. No-- Baby Down by the Bay!
Looking forward to sending our last weekend as a family of four with these hilarious little guys.
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