I know, I know. I do have other children.  You might like to read about them, or read about anything other than Squirmy at this point.  The truth of the matter is that Squirmy seems to be a Mama’s boy.  He wants to be NEXT to me all hours of…

I dropped Ya Ya and Mr. SP off at their Hartley nature camps (more on that in another post) this afternoon, and then The Banana and Squirmy and I headed down to Lake Superior to catch a glimpse of the tall ships coming into port for the Tall Ship Festival…

Grandma to the rescue!  I don’t think Squirmy was a big fan of his first full body submersion, even though the water was nice and tepid.

The big kidlets were at soccer practice Sunday evening, and Grandma Kathy announced, “I need to get out.  I think I will go to the grocery store to pick up some eggs.” “Ok,”  I said. “Do you need to get out? Do you want to come with?” she asked. “Well,…

One very tired working Dad.  Three small ones who have discovered their father’s collection of Calvin and Hobbes books.  Even Squirmy is in there, if you look close, on Ya Ya’s lap. I happened on the scene on my way to the bathroom last week.

I was sitting in my rocking chair upstairs in my bedroom feeding Squirmy.  Mr. Sneaky Pants was sitting on my bed watching and visiting with me. Mr. SP (in a very nonchalant voice)  You know why I’m sitting here, Mom? Me:  Well, I’m not sure. Mr. SP:  Well, Mom, it’s…

I haven’t had to do any laundry or any cooking at all since Squirmy arrived.  Grandma Kathy is so good to stay and help out, which is really fantastic since Dr. Peds had to work a crazy number of hours this week and then left last night for a conference…

Right before I went into the operating room, I did all the settings on the camera and handed it to Dr. Peds and said, “Do a good job.”  I didn’t pick the camera up again until we got home, so all these images are to his credit.  I’m very thankful…

This was hands down the baby that Dr. Peds and I had the most difficulty deciding what to name.  We went back and forth and back and forth on what his first name was to be, and actually had pretty much decided on the option that wasn’t Isaiah, but on…

Isaiah Gunder Elias Mason was born last Wednesday:  a gigantic  10 pounds 9 ounces and 22 inches long.  We’re home from the hospital and doing well thanks to extra great care from Dr. Peds and Grandma Kathy.  I have oodles to say and oodles to blog and much of it…