Towel of Babble

Obviously, I'm picture-happy today.  Being awake for 2 1/2 hours while Gillian had a night terror and then the baby needed tending from 11:30-2:00 has probably just reduced my ability to self-edit, or made things seem funnier than they actually are.  But for some reason, these pictures crack me up.  This is Gillian with her paper towel tower, and the accompanying dance moves.

The Hangover, Part Fee

If you've seen The Hangover, do you know that part where the guy has passed out, and his friends take pictures of themselves posing with him while they do all kinds of ignoble things?  Here's our family's version of the same thing:

The first stage looked a lot like love, and then the fun began:

 Fortunately, he seemed to think it was all a gas:

Tender Moment + Skeptical Baby = Awkward Family Photo

It's the contrast between their two expressions that makes evident how they each feel about this moment: the first time Allison Clare held him by herself.












(Gillian tried as well, but when he was placed on her lap, declared in an alarmed tone, "Mom!  I fink he's too big and I'm TOO YITTLE.")

Time's Lapsed: Photos

The day the baby turned two weeks old, I said (okay, maybe wailed) to Sam, "I can't believe he's two weeks old already!"  Sam replied, "No, he's just a week old."  When I pointed out that I'd been back in class for a week, and that therefore he was two weeks old, Sam said, "This has been the fastest two weeks of my life."

It really has.  When AC was a baby, those first weeks felt endless.  Partly it was the sleeplessness, to which we've pretty much become accustomed in the last five years, and partly it was her constant crying (I didn't put her down without her crying until she was about 8 weeks old).  This little one has been with us for a month as of today.  Just as evidence, here are some pics, with more to come shortly:

Here's my teeny guy at 11 days.

At two weeks

At three weeks (+1 day)

At 3 1/2 weeks

















Four weeks old