With three kids it feels like a full-time job just keeping passports and vaccinations up to date... so just pictures.
March 23, 2011
March 10, 2011
Nicknames
Since we haven't yet decided how to pronounce our son's name (i.e., Jonas or Yonas), we avoid using his name and refer to him with a variety of nicknames, including:
Sweet Ness Monster
Stinky
Bobble Head
Mr. Happy Pants
Sweet Poo (OK, Ralf doesn't actually call him this)
Blow Out Boy
Sir
Spring is officially on its way! Since I already wrote the definitive post on Spring I have nothing more to say.
Spring is officially on its way! Since I already wrote the definitive post on Spring I have nothing more to say.
March 3, 2011
I Love You but You're Annoying
He looks so sweet, doesn't he?
And so he is... when he's sleeping. The rest of the time he's a bit of a disgruntled customer. Not to mention stubborn, opinionated and anal retentive.
(He'll be a fine German man.)
Boys and their digestive systems! Sheesh!
But we love him dearly. Good thing for him he's so cute.
Since this is my third child his cries don't send me into transports of panic. I cuddle him, kiss his silky little head and breath in his musky scent and wait patiently for the crying to stop. And occasionally I just let him cry for a bit while I throw in a load of laundry.
With my girls I'm a bit less patient: Over the weekend K wrote a note saying how desperately bored she felt so I made her clean her room for an hour.
She hasn't been bored since. ;-)
They've been wonderful, though. L gives J his bottle and K reads to L and teaches her math. Whoever invented big sisters was a genius.
Oh, hey, the baby's crying again. Gotta run!
And so he is... when he's sleeping. The rest of the time he's a bit of a disgruntled customer. Not to mention stubborn, opinionated and anal retentive.
(He'll be a fine German man.)
Boys and their digestive systems! Sheesh!
But we love him dearly. Good thing for him he's so cute.
Since this is my third child his cries don't send me into transports of panic. I cuddle him, kiss his silky little head and breath in his musky scent and wait patiently for the crying to stop. And occasionally I just let him cry for a bit while I throw in a load of laundry.
With my girls I'm a bit less patient: Over the weekend K wrote a note saying how desperately bored she felt so I made her clean her room for an hour.
She hasn't been bored since. ;-)
They've been wonderful, though. L gives J his bottle and K reads to L and teaches her math. Whoever invented big sisters was a genius.
Oh, hey, the baby's crying again. Gotta run!
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