Friday Rain

Although I remain covered up with work, I was able to jet out a touch early today, arriving home before 5pm.  I drove through a wild summer storm, hazard lights blinking click click click, the sky dark as night, going 30 mph and blinded by the driving rain.  Upon reaching my own home driveway, I dashed from car to garage, then hopped up into the house, one step at a time, to greet the boys I hadn’t seen but maybe a max of twenty minutes on each working day this month.

It had been a quiet day – no emergencies, few emails, just a steady, solid nine productive hours.  I cannot remember a single workday since I have returned that had no emergencies.  Today was vital, and vitalizing.  If I have another one like it I might just – gasp – manage to get to the gym again.

Meanwhile, I have just a few moments before Jack and his dad return from a birthday party.  I have put the younger two to bed, drunk my one glass of red wine, and now I’m on the couch and the house is quiet.  The dog waits by the door.  The windows are steamed from the humid summer rain.

We’ve had some summer activities, and it would be nice if one day soon I get to go back and post a few pictures, give a more complete update.  But for now, a few snippets of the past few weeks:

  • A week vacation at a beach condo with the Professor’s family, a trip which will always be know (by me anyway) as The One With The Waterslides.  I work long hours the first few days, drive the longer commute from work to the beach so I can at least sleep with the family.  Late in the week I finally get my turn to join them for an afternoon.  Clad in my Popina one-piece, I sit at the top of the ladder, plant a child between my knees (probably Liam), push off and weeeeeeee down the twists and turns.  It is too soon after having the baby –  after the third run, I feel my pelvic bones diverge in all directions upon impact with the water.  I am held together by loosey goosey rubber bands, my ligaments have given up the ghost.  It’s been weeks and I’m still not right, I tell you.
  • Crab and ricotta stuffed shells.  Company chicken.  Grilled snapper fillets as big as your thigh.  Kids on benches at the kitchen peninsula, parents at the large round table.  Out our living room wall of windows, we see boats on the sound, some anchored near the sandbar.  Commercial fishermen in the first light of morning.
  • One day I am on the porch, taking a work call, and a cell phone falls from the sky above me, bounces off our balcony railing just inches from my ear, tumbles to the ground four floors below.  Its teenaged owner thumps down the many floors from his room to the ground below, gathers up the pieces, hooting raucously at his mistake.  His reaction makes clear it is not a mistake he will have to pay for himself.  I spend the rest of the week looking above me nervously.
  •  An afternoon at the lazy river with my sweetie and me, while the kids snooze back in the condo.
  • We all pack up and drive home, them much farther than we.  On our way we stop for breakfast.  The waitress has a Star Wars apron on.  The boys eat pancakes, the baby sleeps soundly in his car seat on the floor, tucked under the table by the wall.  Then we come home, launder clothes, prepare for the week, which comes too quickly.
  • Ah, but that week is short, and on Thursday we find ourselves driving to the pet-friendly hotel in Birmingham where we have stayed a dozen times at least, on our way up to Nashville.  The boys are wired, but eventually fall asleep, the pair of them tucked into a queen bed.  The baby sleeps in his Pack and Play without a sheet.  I sleep fitfully with all of them in the room, and the morning of the Fourth of July comes early.
  • A long weekend in Nashville.  Fourth fireworks from the mall parking lot, where we tailgate, spread out blankets and beach towels on the very hard asphalt and eat fried chicken and various picnic salads.  It is chillier than we were expecting – by the end of the night, most of the women are wrapped in the beach towels.  When the fireworks come, the boys react in their different ways.  Craig doesn’t much notice, but gets passed from one set of arms to another.  Liam deals with his nervousness about the booms by ignoring them, pretending they are not happening, playing games instead.  Jack begins to flip and I can see him winding up for a freakout.  We get him some ear plugs.  He burrows into me.  I wrap him in a blanket and tell him he can leave any time, we can go sit in the car and not look.  ”I’m scared.  I want to look.”  We end up staying.  He is tense, cannot relax, but also in control of the situation (he is permitted to leave and chooses to stay) and that somehow allows him to retain control of himself.  Little by little he is practicing, learning to deal with sensory overload.  ”Look, a heart!  I love the heart.  Mom, I’m afraid they’re going to fly at my face and burn me.  I don’t like the noise.  Oh, that looks like gold falling from the sky.  Please don’t let it burn me.”  ”Do you want to go in the car?  I’ll go with you.”  ”No.  I know it won’t burn me but I’m still afraid.”  He watches them all.  I’ll never forget having him tucked in there, watching the fireworks cheek to cheek.
  • He does not do so well with the dinosaurs exhibit at the zoo the next day.  Two years ago we saw this same exhibit at the zoo, and the same thing happened – the first one is awesome and amazing and fun, but the second and the third and all the rest lined up along the path make him lose it.  Unlike the fireworks, with the dinosaurs he is not able to keep ahead of the fears, and my sister basically jogs through the exhibit with 60lb Jack climbing her like a tree, trying to look all directions at once to protect himself from dinosaurs that he knows are not real.  But . . . he enjoys the elephants, and giraffes, and monkeys and such.  It is a fun trip to the zoo, all in all.
  • We play games, of both the video and board variety.  The boys build a racetrack that extends from the banister of the top stair down through the air to the floor below – the big boys, that is, while my little boys do their level best to destroy it with their enthusiasm.  They play in the paddling pool outside, play soccer and keep-away with their uncles, cuddle with their aunts, and even go to Chuck E Cheese.  The adults have whiskey punch – Minute Maid fruit punch with whiskey and real fruit in it, oh mah lord it was delish.  Steaks one night, tacos another, and green beans fresh from the garden for every meal.  Craig gets as much love as he can handle.  We have all learned how quickly they grow, how fleeting his babyhood, and everyone gets their fill of 5 month old.
  • The Professor, the baby and I head home on Tuesday, leaving the big boys to stay for the rest of the week.  Both halves of the family are spoiled by this arrangement – the boys by trips to the pool and splash park and ice cream store and movies in the park, and we adults by having only one sole solitary single child to care for, and one that sleeps a lot at that.  I am glad for the respite.  Our house is soooooo clean . . .
  • The night the boys return home from Nashville, we are getting ready to throw them both in the shower, and Jack is humming Chim Chiminee, Chim Chiminee, Chim Chim Chereee, a sweep is as lucky as lucky can be  . . . He had watched Mary Poppins at Nana’s house, and has the song in his head.  This kicks off a singalong that lasts at least twenty minutes – all of the Mary Poppins songs I can muster from the deep recesses of my memory, Jack watching my face intently so he can catch the words.  Mary Poppins is more haunting than I remembered . . . it is a sweet evening, singing Feed the Birds, Stay Awake, and the Chimney Sweep song.  Jack asks “Why does it sound so sad?”
  • At some point after returning, apropos of nothing Liam says to us “I love everything in the whooooooole world.  And also mushrooms.”  I think my parents must have introduced him to mushrooms on pizza, because now he is all about them when formerly he was a Cheese Only kinda guy.
  • And today, while Jack is out with dad at the birthday party, Liam is so tickled to have it be just us three – him and me and Craig.  We take turns eating the baby’s face noisily, while he absolutely SCREAMS with delight.  We watch Spiderman movies and eat pizza and even splurge on Cinna Stix, since my original delivery order didn’t meet the minimum purchase and I had to throw some little extra in there.  We all take a bath together, the boys and me.  I gently scrub Liam’s scraped knee – always a scraped knee on that one – and he rubs a washcloth through Craig’s hair.  Craig tries to eat the bubbles.  We read one book, and then another and another.  Craig tries to eat the book, and Liam pulls it away patiently.  I let him go to sleep with the book in his arms, music playing softly on the CD.  Funny how so many nights the nighttime routine feels like a prison, and then once in a glorious while it is magic, like I thought it would be all the time before I ever had kids.

I feel as though I have missed some things, but this will do for now.  A snippet of summer 2014.  Not a whole lot different for me, but I get some kicks out of the boys’ good time.

To bed, now.  Last night a local lawyer in his early forties died suddenly of a massive heart attack.  Just a couple of days ago, a flight was shot out of the sky while it flew along a route that I myself took a decade ago – Amsterdam to Kuala Lumpur, and from there to Melbourne, and from there to Sydney.  Same airline, same trajectory.  Here I sit with a belly full of terrible pizza and good red wine, boys snoozing in all the rooms around me, and isn’t it so unfair that I should be so lucky, and others so tragically unlucky?  How it can be, I do not know.  Chim chiminee, chim chiminee, chim chim cheroo, good luck will rub off if I shake hands with you.  Or blow me a kiss . . . . and that’s lucky, too.

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It’s been tough to blog lately, simply because when I’m not working like a banshee, I’m squeezing in some summer fun.  I have pictures of the husband’s-side-of-the-family beach week, which occurred immediately after Craig’s baptism . . . then the my-side-of-the-family Fourth celebration, which was the week after that . . . and my kids’ Getting Spoilt For A Week At Grandma’s, which has been this past week and is just wrapping up  (the Professor has gone to pick them up today, so our little time of quiet is coming to an end).  But in order to spend any time at any of these events, I have had to cram work into 4am wakeups, three all nighters, naptimes, late nights, weekends, and waiting in line at the doctor or the pharmacy or the grocery store.  I squeeze it into every second.  I take little chunks of time off here and there to make sure I can clear my head and give my eyes a rest from the cold blue glow of the computer screen, but for the most part I have been totally, utterly, completely covered up, ever since I came back from maternity leave.  It’s . . . not my favorite.  I prefer a less helter skelter schedule, for sure.  But I’m trying to deal without completely torpedoing my health.  And sleep comes before exercise, which comes before blogging, in terms of my personal hierarchy of needs (although ideally to be happy and fulfilled I require ample amounts of all three).  All of these things come before washing my hair – I’m down to hair washing once a week, exercising once a month, sleeping 6 nights out of every 7, and blogging basically never because while I have lots to say, I am sick of looking at a computer by the end of the day.

Hoping this ends very very soon.  I actually took some extra work off an associate lower on the totem pole than I – she told me she hadn’t slept in two nights and was taking caffeine pills to keep going.  Jeebus.  This is a little bit due to the law firm model of understaffing, but also a lot due to something in the water that is making everybody and their brother suddenly sue our clients.  The economy gets better, and people feel safe enough to sue folks again, I guess.  Who knows, but I’m killing myself here, so I hope it either slows down or we add an associate.

Anyways.  It’s been a glorious quiet week at home sans Big Kids (who, as I mentioned, are at grandma’s).  I know I’m supposed to say “I look through my empty, clean house, and I miss the chaos” or something like that, but no.  The boys are having a blast doing all sorts of fun things, and I am having a blast taking a break from meeting their every need and tripping over their toys and refereeing their fights.  I could seriously, genuinely do another whole week of this.  They probably could, too.  My parents?  I’m guessing my parents need a little break.

I have fun slice-of-life updates to do, and I may get to some later today, since it’s just me and Craig for the bulk of the day, and he sleeps a lot still, and while I have work to do a gal’s gotta take a day off sometimes.  Meanwhile, here is a little Saturday morning meal planning for ya – gotta go to the grocery, our cupboards are bare.  The boys will be back this afternoon, and I’m battening down the hatches.  Send me good vibes for hanging on my my fingernails through this busy time!

Saturday: Heading over to a cookout at a coworker’s house this afternoon, where we will all bitch about our exhaustion over the fragrant smells of cooking meat.  Bringing the following - Smoked Gouda Pasta Salad – an old Whole Foods favorite reverse-engineered by the Pioneer Woman.  Also some Corn jalapeno salad which you can get at Publix (if you have it) and I highly recommend – not too spicy, the corn is grilled, perfect blend of tastes for a summer picnic, and Rose sangria.

Sunday: Church today, mowing the lawn, not much else, so I’ll have time to take a stab at Coconut curry shrimp - trying to get over my fear of ever having shrimp when Jack is in the house (he is allergic).  It’s not like the things are going to leap up off the plate and jump in his mouth.  This looks delish, and I am going to make the boys Chef Boyardee or something.

Monday: Oven roasted BBQ chicken thighs - I know this is a Pioneer Woman extravaganza all up in here, but I won’t apologize.  These look tasty, and I want to give it a try.  Will serve with a green salad and rice

Tuesday: Tuesday I argue a big major motion 3 hours away at a court in Florida.  So Tuesday I will be tired, and Homemade pizza it is.

Wednesday: Wednesday I argue a dispositive motion here in town.  So Wednesday I will also be tired, and I’m thinking fried chicken salad (I have a paper recipe, but I basically buy some fried chicken tenders and add it to a green salad with lima beans, corn, sliced fresh red bell peppers, fresh ground black pepper, and a tiny bit of ranch drizzled on top).  Plus some nectarines sliced in a bowl, and biscuits.

Thursday: Thursday I depose a plaintiff in a major employment case and I will be tired.  (I’M SENSING A THEME, ARE YOU?)  Thursday we will give these vegetarian enchiladas a try.  Quick and easy.

Friday: Pan-cooked catfish, quartered new potatoes and green beans, with watermelon for dessert.

For breakfasts I’ll make green smoothies (mmmmm), yogurt and fruit, toast and coffee, that sort of thing.  Lunches will typically be a salad with some form of last night’s dinner on top of it.


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June, Wrapped Up (Part 1)

It has been nineteen days since I posted any true content (MILP roundups don’t count!).  The past nearly-three-weeks have been, as usual, chock full, and here are the pictures to prove it.

First, our little bit turns four months, and I get the bunny pic to prove it.

First, our little bit turns four months.

Craig’s thighs grow chunky enough to have their own gravitational pull.  

Then, our three year old magically turns into a four year old overnight.  His actual birthday falls on a Sunday, which is Father’s Day this year.  We throw some decorations up around the house and let him open all his (Dollar Store) presents from us.  He gets a Ninja Turtles footstool, a Spiderman kid-sized camp chair, a Star Wars straw cup, and a case for his innotab.  Lots of cheap crap with licensed images slapped on it – the hit of the four-year-old set.

These are all decorations from Jack's first  and fifth birthday parties.

These are all decorations from Jack’s first and fifth birthday parties.

We wore these very same party hats in April of 2009, when Jack turned one.  Now it's like a contest to see how long I can keep them going.

We wore these very same party hats in April of 2009, when Jack turned one. Now it’s like a contest to see how long I can keep them going.


Thrilled with his Mimja Turtle stool.  I cannot bring myself to correct this particular little mispronunciation of his.

Thrilled with his Mimja Turtle stool. I cannot bring myself to correct this particular little mispronunciation of his.

After opening presents and eating donuts and drinking DD coffee, the Craigerator had his delicious breakfast.  He took to those solids with glee.  Meanwhile, I am keeping up the fiction that “feeding the baby is a privilege only bestowed upon the very well behaved” as long as possible.

I think I've mentioned often how helpful a six year old can be when you've got a needy infant around.

I think I’ve mentioned often how helpful a six year old can be when you’ve got a needy infant around.

That night, we had homemade cake after supper, and Liam blew out the candles.

By request, a chocolate cake with pink frosting an red sprinkles.

By request, a chocolate cake with pink frosting and red sprinkles.

After the week went by, my parents arrived on Friday night for a fun weekend.  They came bearing gifts – most for the birthday boy, but a couple for his brothers.  That included a little baby bathrobe with Craig’s name embroidered on it, which he immediately hated with every fiber of his being.

Craig's baby bathrobe

Craig’s baby bathrobe.  The only pic I got where he is not throwing an absolute fit over having to wear this plush, lovely embroidered robe.

Saturday morning was Liam’s Spiderman birthday party.  Just after Craig was born, I went to a silent auction for Jack’s school and won myself a gift card to Oriental Trading.  (I paid $15 for a $35 donated card, so it worked out for me and the school!)  It got put in a pile and forgotten for a while, but I recovered it in time to bunch a whole bunch of junk for Liam’s birthday.  I had him sit in my lap and scroll through the OT website, and eventually helped him settle on a birthday theme.  It was a near thing between Frozen and Spiderman, but ultimately Spiderman won.  When I asked what fancy thing he wanted as a decoration – a spiderman cutout?  A spiderman cupcake holder? – he was like “LANTERNS!”  He was totally digging on all of the paper lanterns, in every color.  So, lanterns it was.

The favored party decoration

The favored party decoration.  As soon as the box of stuff arrived, he dug these out of the box and promptly ripped two of them.

I put up red and black streamers (probably should have been red and blue but they didn’t have the right blue), got some Spiderman plates and cups, bought one red tablecloth and one black one, and sprinkled red and black jellybeans down the center of the tables.  Mom and I made little red goody bags with little plastic spider rings, some Spiderman stickers, a plastic ball with a fake spider in the center, some bubbles, and Spiderman fruit snacks – all sealed up with a Spiderman sticker.

Red, red, everywhere

Red, red, everywhere.  The kids sat to eat at the tablecloth covered tables, and we put food on the far tables.

Lots of ice water and lemonade

Drinks, cupcakes, and present table

The kids got fancy cups, the adults had to make do with plain black which are like ten times cheaper

The kids got fancy cups, the adults had to make do with plain black which are like ten times cheaper

Liam arrived shortly after the decorating was done and a few minutes before his first guest.  He was dressed in a cute outfit topped by his Batman Halloween costume.  He’d wanted to wear Jack’s full-body Spiderman costume, but it was too hot, so the Professor got him to compromise.  Sadly, I have no pictures of this ridiculousness.

We were set up at a playground, so the kids all ran and played on the swings and slides, while the adults got to sit in the shade of the pavilion and chat.  It was very hot, so I had lots of drinks – some sodas and Gatorade in a cooler, lemonade and iced water in pitchers.  At around noon, I sent my dad off to pick up the Chick fil a tray I’d ordered, and we served nuggets, fruit salad, green salad, and wraps to the crew.  It was devoured – we had quite a bit of green salad left but not much else.  For dessert, I’d attempted to make red frosted red velvet cupcakes (the frosting looked more pink than red), and drew black webs on them.



One more shot of the goody bags, lined up and waiting for the kids to come tear into them.

One more shot of the goody bags, lined up and waiting for the kids to come tear into them.

I have zero pictures from after the kids arrived, since I was trying to manage the crowds.  But I think it went well.  Nobody died of heat stroke, we all got to chat, and we had plenty of grandparents along to assist!  I couldn’t have done it without my mom, who came with me to help decorate – my in-laws, who helped watch the other kids and deliver and carry – and my dad, who ran hither and yon fetching items from various stores.  It was a rare treat to have all of the family in town for one of my kids’ birthday parties, and I know he enjoyed it.

Everyone was in town for Craig’s baptism, which was the following day.  He did just great – he kept a paci in his mouth the whole time, which made him look a little funny, but he didn’t cry a bit.  As the pastor passed him off to me, he said urgently through clenched teeth “take him, take him, take him.”  I think Craig broke him.

We took everyone to lunch at a local grill called Big Daddy’s, and had delicious burgers by the riverside.  We then headed over to a condo on Orange Beach, where the Professor’s family would be staying for a weeklong beach vacation, and where my family came and had dinner with the group.  And my kids are pestering me right now and won’t let me finish, so I’ll wrap up June completely tomorrow.

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MILP Roundup # 351

The weekly Mothers In the Legal Profession Roundup is hosted on a rotating basis at the Butterflyfish, Grace, BJJ, Law, and Living, Mommy and the Sin City, Magic Cookie, The Reluctant Grownup, and Perspectives of a Hard Boiled Egg blogs.

This edition of the Roundup covers posts from Monday, June 9 to Sunday, June 15.

Alice’s boy has some deep conversations, and Alice does, too.

But I Do has some advice for her younger self.

Fotd is enjoying those two older boys, and feeding the youngest one.

Magic Cookie details some family relations, silly kid antics, and all in all what sounds like domestic contentedness.

Dinei’s Baz has a coupla tough broads in his life – his Minnie, and his gun-totin’ mama.

Frenchie’s . . . shhhhhhhhhh . . . feeling a bit better at 15 weeks.

Grace welcomes a brother home from danger.

Kate graduates a daughter, and makes some big life changes herself. Hang in there, Kate.

Lag Liv irons out some wrinkles in the beginning of summer, and waxes poet-like on that wonderful hubs, JP.

qH is struggling, but still strong enough to stand up for pH.  (I’m surprised you didn’t kill her, qH, even if only with your glare.)

PYY is singing my song, this week, about how all you’ve got sometimes isn’t enough.  Sorry you’re struggling, too – we’re all with you.

Daisy JD ruminates on a job lull.  Not to laugh in the face of your problems or reveal myself as a total ADD weirdo, but this made me think of ruminants, which gave me an image of a Cow Lawyer chewing on pages of pleadings, which is a visual joke that sustained me throughout the afternoon.

kderoll does the WOHM SAHM tango that we all do in our minds sometimes.

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I Love ‘Em So Much

Cute kid things observed on a Tuesday morning:

Liam comes up to me as I do the morning’s dishes, offers me a tangled mess of strings, and says sweetly “Will you untangle dis pweese?”  He waits patiently for the ten minutes it takes me to tease the $2 binoculars out of the tangled mess of the 20 cent parachute bunny (kind of like a parachuting army man, only it’s a purple bunny instead of a green soldier – Liam got it months ago in a plastic Easter egg).  I finally get it all sorted out, and he hands me the bunny so I can tie the parachute on.  ”He has a hole in his head, wight dere, so you can thwead the pawachute fwu.” Liam tells me helpfully.  Once it’s all set, Liam runs it to the stairs and throws it over the side.  As a later-to-rise Jack trudges blearily past him to the breakfast table, Liam asks “I am pwaying wif dis pawachute bunny, Jack.  Would you wike to join me?”  Adult speech patterns, filtered through a baby mouth that still struggles to pronounce ls and rs and ths.  He’s so darned sweet.


Last night Jack asked me to pull his tooth.  This is the first time he has asked for assistance – it’s probably lost tooth number 12 or so (how many do they lose?  he’s almost done losing baby teeth, except for the molars).  I gave it the old college try, but the thing was not quite ready to give up the ghost, and so Jack ate his dinner whining and yelping at every bite.  He went to bed with the tooth still in.  This morning at the breakfast table, he called me over to him and held out his hand, the tiny little pebble of a tooth in his palm.  I told him to put it in an envelope and write a note to the tooth fairy, and he did, all by himself.  ”Der toth fary, I lost a toth,” it said in a long string of letters with no space between, next to a picture of a fairy holding a star wand.  I will never stop adoring this late invented spelling (as CM told me it’s called).  It’s just so charming, and also so cool to see him get better and better at spelling things and sorting out letters and such.  Jack’s acquisition of speech was such a tortured and worrying experience, since it was so delayed.  Every word, every sound took such herculean effort for him to learn.  We know now that his delay is verbal/auditory, it’s with receptive speech (there is some kind of gulf between what we say and what he hears).  Learning to read and write has presented no such problems, and it has proceeded with the almost magical speed that kids seem to display as they gobble up knowledge and spit it back out.  It’s nice to see something come easy for him, for once.


Yesterday I arrived home at around 6, driving our “new” minivan (we purchased my in-laws’ minivan, so we could have two cars that both fit all three kids, and we are selling the zippy little hybrid sedan that the Professor used to drive back and forth to his job in New Orleans).  Liam took off out the front door as soon as I arrived, and I hollered after him “WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”  He turned, asked “Can I just sit in da van for just a widdle bit?”  He held up his pointer finger and thumb to show me how little – “Dust dis tiiiiiny bit, Mom, ok?”  He squeezed his finger and thumb closer together – “Dis tiny.”  He is thrilled by this van, by the fact that he gets to sit in the way back.  Jack went with him, and they went out in the driveway and sat in the van for a few minutes, before the Professor went out to make sure they weren’t overheating out there.  They were just sitting there.  In the hot car.  Just kicking it.  I mean – why?  And also – how cute!  The things they find delightful . . .


I suppose no cute kid update would be complete these days without a story about our little Craig.  He’s a typical, jolly old fat baby.  He giggles when you eat his cheeks in a sloppy, messy way, nom nom nom.  He loves both his big brothers, and gazes at them in adoration whenever they’re around.  He’s started to throw fits – to squeal high-pitched and arch his back when he’s mad at you.  He has graduated from the Fourth Trimester and is now a full-on Baby With Personality.  He’s teething – drooly, shoving everything into his mouth with that fumbly, extreme concentration that is particular to babies who are just starting to figure out Fingers and Arms and that mommy’s hair and earrings are particularly awesome handholds.  He will not lay down or be put down in any of his baby-holding accessories – he does sit ups to get himself upright so he can see what’s going on, and will squawk indignantly until someone props him up so he can be part of the family.  Fellow MILP Lag Liv‘s third Beab started crawling at a ridiculously young age and is already cruising at 6 months – I have the feeling that Craiggers will be similarly early to move, simply because he wants to be part of whatever game the older boys are playing and we parents usually are not getting him there fast enough.

Anyway, I’m late for work, but I had to catch these things on “paper” before they left my brain.  Just a little snapshot of the boys at age 6, almost-4, and 4 months.

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