Dawn of a new (and barf-free) day

All is well here. The recovery is complete, save a little sleep deprivation, so things are looking up. Hopefully the visit from Heir Flu-meister has given us the immune systems of kings and we'll fly through the rest of the winter without as much as a sniffle.

Life continues trudging forward. The days are a blur of food, sleep, bodily functions and playdoh.


Both the boys birthdays are approaching in the next few weeks and I am straining my brain to come to terms with wee Sammy being a year old. Not to mention, Charley being a staggering 3. Three is officially a "boy". There's no baby left once you hit the big "3". Shocking, really.


The boys cousins have been around to entertain us this week. Hayden is such a funny kid. He makes me weep with his shenanigans (laughing, that is). The other day, Charley was walking his dog (Hayden) on a leash and they laughed so hard that I thought they might pass out. In turn, Nanna and I laughed almost as hard watching them.

Renn, aka Mongo-Baby, is so cute and funny too. He refuses to be an infant. He's looking around and won't bend at the waist, as if to say "put me down.. I'm ready to run!". He is only 2 months old, but you wouldn't believe it to see him. He's pushing 16 lbs, bright-eyed and laughing up a storm.

Here are a few shots of the boy cuz's.


A very brief, quiet moment with Charley and Hayden:

Uber-Renn... he's practically out of the infant seat already.

And a few shots of the boys from this morning: