this is me (right) and Josh a long time ago. I hope Art will be as good a big brother as Josh is.

“I know, I know, I know where it is.
I know where it is.
I know where the paper is.

Oh, it’s not there.
It’s not there.

Oh! Oh! Oh!
I know!
I know where the paper is!
It’s on the counter!
It’s on the counter!
I know where the paper is!”

“I’m ‘a go downstairs.”

(Goes down the stairs.)

“I’m ‘a go back upstairs.”

(Immediately comes back up the stairs.)

[The previous monologue was prompted by the instructions, ‘You can open the pen and draw on paper, but only on paper.’ So he looked for paper.]

After searching for a booster seat that could be pushed in with the chair and that wasn’t hideous, we commissioned Uncle Josh to make one to fit our dimensions. Here is the beaultiful result!

Here’s Jess, probably around one, with her uncle Bob in the background. Look at those cheeks!

Jessica arrived home from the hospital today after a couple weeks on bedrest. She wrote this in a recent e-mail:
“The only part that makes this hard is being away from Art. Not being his daily mom catches up with me sometimes and makes me quite sad. I long to just put on his pajamas or make him breakfast. Mundane things.”

Art checks his blood pressure at the hospital during a recent overnight stay.


Art waits patiently as Mama gets an ultrasound. Thanks, Art.

Art and I put our valuables in the locker at the YWCA before we went swimming.

I love tongues!!

“Hiding.”

“Want to be naked!”

Yesterday we went swimming at the YMCA. Next year I don’t think he’ll fit in the lockers.