With Love

Overall, I would say that Kavella has adjusted to her new baby brother marvelously. Flawlessly, in fact. I can only recall a solitary event that would indicate any sort of jealousy. As I was disciplining Kavella, for something inconsequential to this story, she began to cry. Subsequently, Curren began to wail in unison with his big sister. She immediately thrust her hand forward, with an outward facing/open palm toward him and yelled, "Stop baby brother! Stop! It's MY turn!" I would say she has mastered taking turns, too!

Make my heart melt.

No, I swear, she LOVES her new baby brother...."Kavella, smile for the camera," Grandma Roberts suggested....the next picture was the devil-like response she gave. It reminds me of a picture that used to hang in my parents' house of me when I was a teenager.

Ha, ha, ha!! Scary, huh? Look at bubby's snubbly toes against my black shirt! I love when he spreads his tootsies!

I am absolutely in love with my baby boy!

I love you Mom! My poor Mom endured day after day, hour after hour of Kavella "hiding" under the kitchen table and calling out, "Where me go, Grandma?" Of course, Mom would play along and ask, "where'd Kavella go? Is she in _____(fill in the blank--fridge, washer, bathroom, etc.)? Is she over here?" Each time, Kavella would respond to her--"No, Kallella not over there..., No, Kallella not in the _____." Clearly, we need to come to a better understanding of what hiding means.

We got a chance to go to the Newport Beach temple while Mom was in town and it was really nice. I was a crying mess, but I'm sure that was just leftover pregnancy hormones, right?

Unkie Brwyce and Grandpa came for a short visit on their summer road trip to AZ, CA and UT!

My sweet Dad! Doesn't he look like a big teddy bear--especially that huge paw that covers Curren's midsection in full! Eloise and I think that Curren looks the most like my Dad.

Cute.

In an effort to do fun, cheap activities, we headed over to Balboa. This, apparently, should have been with the rest of the Balboa pictures in another post...

Clearly, they're very interested in eachother. My two snubble loves.

Beach time!

Air-out time! Curren had the WORST diaper rash, so every day we'd lay him--sans diaper--with his bum in the air. Some kids have projectile vomit; this kid had projectile poo. Yes, I was hit a few times.