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You would think that I would be used to it by now. This is the fourth baby I’ve nursed but I still don’t know what to say when:
My wide eyed two year old asks,
“What’s that mommy?”
or with even bigger eyes,
“Is the baby eating you?”
or when my enthusiastic five year old says,
“Mom you should be a cow for Halloween!”
or asks skeptically,
“Does one of those have chocolate milk in it?”
The cross eyes…
A rare quiet moment
“I a big brother like Kipper!”
Just so sweet.
This year we spent Conference in the mountains.
Sunday was just way too peaceful.
I love my girl because she likes to wear hats. She gets hats from school often and she wears them all day long. Doesn’t matter what it looks like…last year she got a pretend yellow hard hat and she wore that one around for a week. This one she got for her birthday and I’m pretty sure once she got it on it didn’t come off until bed. I had to keep fixing the elastic. Unlike me, she likes accessories.
And she still likes princesses!
Happy 7th Birthday Sweetheart!
So we finally decided on a name, the day after our new boy was born. Not quite sure how it happened, except that I think my oldest brother had to make the final decision. Appropriate for the patriarch of the family, I suppose, since his little brother had some sort of naming deficiency. Anyway…
So Mother and child came home today and I have a couple pictures I’ve taken. He was born in the early afternoon on the 17th of September, 7 lbs 5 oz, 19 inches long (for those who care about numbers). Labor was about 5 hours, pushing about 2 minutes (though it seemed a lot longer to Beth). And I guess that’s about it, right?
Here are a couple of pictures:
First shot of Gabe with his eyes open.
An excited sister and distracted brothers.
And a cousin – that’s about all the shots we have of him right now.
We haven’t been enthusiastic picture-takers yet, though grandma has some pics that I’ll try to upload soon. I’ve been napping a lot (almost as much – more? – as Beth) lately, so been kinda lazy. For now, you’ll just have to be content watching the next youngest, Isaac, bend some fire and some earth:
Good luck kids!
As our last summer hurrah we spent some time at the reservoir near my old home town. In honor of the occasion, and in keeping with tradition, we didn’t let the kids bring their swimming suits since my parents were usually too poor to afford suits. Yes, long ago I used to be the naked baby at this very same lake…. ah memories!
