The details of life as a family of five continue to reveal themselves to us. And, for the most part, it’s going well.
After having had two relatively easy babies in Alden and Kato, we wondered if we were in for trouble the third time around, but August is smooth sailing. He sleeps well. He eats well. He only cries when I change his diaper.
On Friday night, we took him to a holiday party. He was, as you can imagine, a hit with the ladies.
Thanks, Tom and Lizzie for the super soft and stylish fleece hoodie number, which has quickly become our go-to holiday season baby container.
He wore it while enduring yet another session with the doting Alden on Saturday afternoon.
And he wore it while sitting on my lap as I watched the Patriots open a can of disappointment on Tim Tebow yesterday.
Yesterday was my 37th birthday. Thanks to all of you who left those nice messages on my Facebook wall.
To celebrate, we had ribs.
And a flaming pan of pure white light.
Once the threat was contained, August joined his brother and sister in my lap, which is, apparently, just large enough for three small people to inhabit.
For now, at least. These things keep getting bigger, so I hear.
I laughed when I got to the pic of Baby/Back/Ribs.
Ken: Thank you for validating my awful visual pun.
Happy Belated Birthday! The obvious solution is more cake – so your lap will grow to accommodate the growth of the sitters.
I missed the visual pun, but once pointed out, I did appreciate it!
Happy 37th!
(You wear those babies well, Matthew…a birthday suit of another sort!)
Happy birthday!
Belated Happy Birthday Matthew!! xoxoo from Remy and me