Random news:
It appears that going to the gym is working. Although I haven’t lost any weight I’m pleased to announce it’s redistributing itself. I actually bought a pair of jeans with a real waistband. They’re even a size 6, which as you may recall is the “perfect” size of the Wakefield twins.
My sister-in-law is pregnant! The Fiendling’s going to have a cousin in December. Boyfiend is thrilled that the cousin factory is in business, especially now that I’m even less interested in having more than one child than I was before. I don’t know how people do it. Having one is hard enough.
And now, pictures:
My boy looks fabulous in a cowboy shirt.
He now sticks out his lower lip when he pouts, but I just can’t get it on camera.
Isaac really enjoys the Fiendling’s playmat. They pretty much ignore each other.
Boyfiend is encouraging the Fiendling to use his hands as he’s recently discovered he has them. He’s still not entirely sure what to do with them other than stick them in his mouth and hold on to other people’s fingers. He couldn’t quite hang on to the rattle.
Have I mentioned that I live around the corner from a pig? I love Philadelphia.
Pigs | 19-May-06 at 5:42 pm | Permalink
Dude, what’s with the pig?? Ha!
lizcjones | 24-May-06 at 2:09 am | Permalink
Aww. I love the pouty lower lip. Owen is sticking his little lip out in the very first picture my husband took of him. (actually it could’ve been my sister - that day is kind of blurring). And I understand your feelings about only wanting one child. I love my son so much, but man it is a lot of work! I can’t imagine having him and an older child to look after at the same time.