Four

On the 19th, I can stop counting the number of weeks and start reporting months. Does that mean I can stop blogging weekly? Just kidding MIL.

Either way, today he is four weeks old and I haven't taken any good photos of the babies in the last week.

Jr. is pushing two more 2 year old molars out, but is taking everything in stride. We had a good weekend with him, he was full of sweetness and spunk. This weekend he told me that he was going to marry me. I asked him who his dad was going to marry and he told me that "Daddy is going to marry Selma." I then asked him who Graham was going to marry and he told me that "Graham is going to marry a horse." Daddy is a lucky man. I ordered some *good god please let this work* hippie breath freshner for Selma. I hope it gets here before the Colemans do. She stinks so bad, she can make it uncomfortable to be outside with her. Outside. Poor dog, I want to stop yelling at her to go away and love her again, but it is so hard when she smells like a landfill in a swamp.

Graham is still working on the sleep championship of the universe. He is awake a little more these days, but not much. In fact the participants at Kimi's shower this Sunday were very dissapointed that he slept so much. I think they wanted to hold him, but no one was brave enough to take the sleepy bundle from his Nanny.


Graham sleeping peacefully in his swing. I can't help but compare him to his brother all of the time, but let me say this Jr. NEVER slept in a swing, much less allowed himself to fall asleep IN a swing.



The last pregnancy shot of me. The last time I will ever be pregnant and the last time I will ever be that heavy (hope and pray). The weight is coming off slowly, but my back feels better and it is nice to look down and see some normal looking legs and feet.