Denial is futile

Somehow the big guy is almost not a (giant) baby anymore. Eleven months?? Insanity!


In spite of what this here photo tells you, he's actually starting to thin out. I think. I don't know. Maybe I take that back...

 

Sleep (especially naps!) became a crazy struggle in his 10th month. I repeated, like a mantra, This child is too young to only have one nap. I will keep fighting! He is not giving up a second nap yet! In response, I'd find James doing ANYTHING but resting. For example, teeth filing, cribside--

 

But then guess what! The big lug finally figured out how to CRAWL and tada!--guess who is WIPED from his physical exertion for BOTH naps AND bedtime every day! Wahooooo!

 

In other news, Elliott turned 27.  

 

Just kidding. He got his First Communion! AND he did a reading!

 

It was wild and tear-jerking to ponder what a grown-up step he was about to take... and how young he still is--

 

His big moment--

 

I have a pattern of stressing on and around these major life events, but we DID manage a pretty decent family photo to mark the occasion-- 

 

And just because a friend suggested I had some sort of special powers, I threw together some outtakes. I'm, like, 99.3% perfect, but I'm only half-magical in my coordination powers. (Seriously. How many people can turn fully around when a camera's pointing at them? And what's Elliott doing in the bottom right? I know, I know. Top right is already in a frame. And yes, you can have a copy!)

 

 

One last thing: GOOD GRIEF. Patrick turns 6 in two weeks!!! (I promise to write about him then, dang middle kid!)

Things that don't seem right

1. Sometimes I blow at blogging.

 

2. ...And yet I'm working on creating a second blog. (More on that later.)

 

3. Made you say "moron."

 

4. This guy (in the foreground, silly) turned 10 months on Easter morning!

 
5. This is James' THIRD monthly anniversary to land on a major holiday. (Hello? Halloween--5 months. New Year's Eve--7 months. Now Easter, too?? I can only conclude that we'd better arrange for parade floats and fireworks when he rings in 12 months. He's kinda used to the fanfare!)
 
6. Bad*ss thugs like these guys eagerly consent to making crafts from recycled matter and still enjoy visits from the Easter bunny.

 

7. Then, just a short while later, they can go all incognito, pretending they're clean-cut, church-goers. (Nice try, fellas. We're not fallin' for it.)

 
8. My husband is now old enough to be President of the United States. (Elliott has requested he run for election immediately.)



9. Our only son who's been sainted so far (St. Patrick, silly) is nearly 6. He's doing amazingly well in Kindergarten and is really taken off with his reading. He weighs 41 pounds.

 

 

10. His not-quite-one-year-old brother weighs 26 pounds. Here's a frightening visual comparison--

 

11. I'd say, "I don't know where this mostly immobile giant with eight teeth came from!"...

 

12. ...but I found THIS tubby little girl (me, silly), and I'm afraid I might have my answer-- 

 

13. And, not to be outdone, THIS guy is very nearly 8 and just a couple of days from receiving his First Communion. Double his life, and he'll be a licensed driver.

 

14. Something heavy (prolly James, silly) was leaning on the Life Fast-forward button, and now it's stuck. Greaaaaaat.