8 Weeks Old!

Graham on left, Gatlin on right. Oh how I love these boys of mine. Their smiles, their sweet noises and how they talk to me. Graham has proven to be quite the talker and the motivated one, already reaching for things and regularly rolling from stomach to back on his slightly inclined bed. Gatlin is the quiet, laid back observer of life content to just soak in attention and the ongoings of the world around them. Both are continually smiley, happy little men.

4 youngest

Just talking to them. And their cloth diapers are currently out of service due to needing new velcro sewn in. So, they are temporarily in disposables. I forgot how much I dislike them until I had to use them again. Gatlin is still the heavier one...quite obviously...but Graham is not wasting any time in catching up. Funny that Gatlin was born the smaller one...by a mere 2 ozs. 7'7 and 7'5. Now around 9 and 11 lbs!

Two sweet boys

Paying a visit to Daddy

You gotta love the reflectors. You can't see much but still a pretty cool pic.

My sweet red and bald headed boys

Christmas with Granny

And Christmas with Papa Pat

Taking care of her
His pride and joy...the most treasured Christmas present ever for him. A Red Ryder bb gun...in which it only took 5 hours to shoot out the anti kid, less than wonderful neighbors' glass door. Thankfully they only show up to hunt in season and mow in the summer. But....it's kinda hunting season right now. Garrison's only regret..."Mom, I REALLY wish the wind hadn't blown my bullet ALL the way over to their window." And there was no way his little red headed twin was ever in his life getting a bb gun for Christmas. The house wouldn't be standing and we'd probably have kids missing eyeballs. Grant, however, was not heartbroken about it and was way more concerned with his camo toy rifle, though he did ask..."Mom, when may I have a real bb gun like Garrison? When I'm his age?" And somehow he's the one voraciously reading and doing math already.

Finally getting to hit something other than cans, cardboard boxes and glass doors. His 1st real barn rat caught in one of Grayson's traps.





Mischievous little Ivye-girl. She rivals anything and everything Aubrey ever was and did when she was her age. Yesterday she emptied 2 entire boxes of games in which she used a chair to get to the box freezer top and then hoisted a chair up to where she now stood, and stood on it on top of the freezer to reach the cabinet above. She then continued on to down 1/2 a bottle of nail polish while hiding in the closet. Poison control one more time. Apparently acetone makes you amazingly sleepy so she took a great nap! You learn something new everyday. May try going that route more often. Just two of the many, MANY things she gets into these days...like unrolling 3 rolls of toilet paper at a time, emptying the entire contents of 2 lotion bottles onto the computer monitor and keyboard, pouring the good shampoo down the shower drain, conditioning her hair during daytime, non-bath hours with 3/4 of the bottle of conditioner, eating almost the entire bottle of old Tums...needless to say, she was heartburn free for a few days...pouring herself the entire box of cereal for breakfast, feeding the cat all of the newly opened 10 lb bag of cat food, inking every flat surface in this house, filling her sippy cup with 1/4 gallon of milk and so forth. Her personality is amazing. She's so entirely good natured and highly social, conversing with anyone and everyone and harboring no bashful bone in her tiny little self.....but she is tenacious, mischievous and highly driven in every way....one of the many reasons blogging is a rare occurance at this particular time in life.


While on the phone with poison control Grayson burst through the door shouting "Rattlesnake!", grabbed his .22 and was out the door again. Middle of winter when it should be snakeless season. One accurately placed shot to the head while he sat coiled in striking position. What Grayson came back with. 45 inches, 11 rattles and 1 button.