Yep.
We have a triple play.
For three days in a row in the fall, we celebrate birthdays.
1 of 8. Then me. Then 3 of 8.
3 of 8 is now 15.
Hello. 15.
When did that happen?
Talk about a cute baby. Sheesh. The cutest.
And colicky.
But still. Super duper cute.
‘Cuz I’m super objective and all.
3 of 8 somehow seems to simultaneously look exactly like his father. And my youngest brother. And Mike and my youngest brother do not resemble each other.
And yet.
1 of 8 loves celebrating her birthday with her ‘widdle’ brother. Who is a lot taller than her.
Happy Birthday, 3 of 8.
Wed, 23 Nov 2011 00:52:00 +0000julielylescarr
