Perhaps I'll start this thing up again.

Easter Morning
(Note Jack and Micah's coordinated ensembles. My first attempt. Hopefully I won't take this too far.)


This boy is growing up. Today is his last day of preschool. That makes me really sad. But really happy I have ten weeks of hassle-free mornings. He takes longer to get ready than most teenage girls. It's all the practicing his "Batman karate moves" in the mirror:

Micah turns one next week. I don't want to talk about it:

He's walking now (pictures forthcoming). I do like to talk about that.

Reading, writing, arithmetic. He cares about them all. A lot. I deserve no credit. I didn't really have to try:

They're crazy about each other (except when Legos are involved):

The next time I complain about anything, will someone please smack me over the head? Because I have. no. reason. to. complain. The blessings flow.

Love,
Buffy

He's a bug.

Micah is small. 35th% at his 9-month checkup. We're not quite sure how that's possible given his parentage.

Jack continues to not be small. (Jimmertime!)

This boy is 5.

On January 19th, 2006 at 5:07 EST I was flooded with the most profound, intense emotions that I had ever experienced.


The first thing I asked Jack this morning was if he feels older now that he's five. He promptly responded with a slightly puzzled expression, "Yeah, I feel like I can do more karate moves and stuff."


Just remember to use it for good. Not for evil.

Greetings, strangers.

Hello? Hello?? Is this thing on??

MERRY CHRISTMAS


Love, The Baileys