Little One

That is the Sunday paper. Wrapped up Jonas is a little bigger but the news paper weighed more. His cry is so little, I sleep right through it. What wakes me up is T getting in and out of bed and turning the tv on at head hurting thirty in the morning. T's mom has been a great help. She helps T while I take Cody and we pass b off to who ever will take her.

They still love their bro and maul him any chance they get. Our mornings have changed a bit. Before, Cody would get up 6:30-7:30, ornery and demand milk and cartoons then thrash around in our bed until one of us is driven up and take him in the other room just so that we can hear him complain even more and attend to his every demand. With any luck b sleeps though this, if not she zombies onto our bed and thrashes around and then the two of them and the dog fight it out all morning until we get up. Cody is constantly yelling at us, "get up!"

That lasted one minute of morning one with Jonas home. Jonas is sleeping in a little bassinet (thanks Jen) next to our bed but T is still sore and in pain which doesn't blend well with the thrashing around. Now we are getting up with oscar the grouch in the morning to fulfill his every last request.



If you are really quiet you might be able to hear him cry.


Everyone has been great! We haven't had to cook a meal yet. We had to even cancel some meals, I didn't really want to because honestly you can never have too much food in the refrigerator.

Pop-eye impression


He is soo little and skinny we think that we are going to break him whenever we change his diapers or clothes.