On having two...

Twice the work.

Twice the fun.

Twice the cuteness.

Twice the love.

Worth every exhausting second.

What NOT to do.

Yesterday I put Finley down in his bouncer and ran to the kitchen to make Skylar and her friend a snack.

I didn't strap him in.

I came back and he had.....moved.

He wasn't the least bit upset and my camera was right there so of course I took a picture before I rescued him.

Because I'm Mom of the Year.

When I did pick him up he started giggling. He seemed pretty pleased with himself--not at all traumatized like his sister would have been.

Except that it never would have happened with his sister.

Because she was a first child and first children are always strapped in.

But second children live dangerously.

Just look at that drool spot. He's a wild man.

Look alikes.

I realized today when I took this picture of Finley, the older he gets the more he looks like his big sister......

I didn't think they looked at all alike when he was born, but maybe they will be like Micah and Kristy: the male and female version of each other:) And hopefully as good of friends!

Chubs McGee.

I prayed for a happy baby.

A fat happy baby.

A good eater.
Well.....the Lord answered that prayer.Do you see a knee cap? I don't think he has them.

And he's not just chubby, he's so so happy. Like, almost always. Unless he's hungry of course. (See "good eater").
From the top of his baldy head to his roly poly cankles.

We just can't stop kissing him.

And I think he likes it that way.