We are approaching the three months milestone quickly. Peanut, Muffin or Lovey... whichever you decide to nickname baby #2 is doing great. Just this past two weeks he seems to be opening up. He has the most glorious grin of all babies everywhere. I will capture one soon and place it in this post. The news of the day: N. weighs 15 pounds at 2.5 months old. He's long and chubby. I love it! (And we're incredibly excited to share the baby love with our family who are visiting later in June.)
The Big One, Goober, or Bubs... whichever you decide to nickname the eldest child is a riot. He's ALL boy. (Where did he actually learn the word Bazooka???) He's so independent, which is excellent and tiresome. 99% potty trained now and cruising on past 2.5 years old. He weighs in around 28 pounds and is a slim jim now that he doesn't have the bulky cloth diaper butt. We've been doing a lot of sand pile digging at the park and just running. He's found the water hose love and sleeps on the top bunk. Not a day goes by that L. doesn't ask for (or cry for) his daddy. The evening romp is the hi-lite of his day...only surpassed by actually going to visit daddy at work, because sometimes he gets to sit in the ambulance seat or check out the cool fire trucks hanging out at the station. All boy and all delight!
Stay little forever my sweet sweet boys...
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