Why are there no hogs in a hog-calling contest?

Do I smell like spit-up?

How did three months go by so fast? (Obviously too fast as this picture was taken at two months old.)

Curlies: Grandpa!!! Play with us!

Grandpa: OK, let’s play patty cake. (Note: Paddy cake? Pat-a-cake? Patty cake? )

All: Patty cake, patty cake, Baker’s man, Bake me a cake just as fast as you can

Grandpa: Roll it and roll it, and pinch it and pinch it*, and pull it and pull it, and slap it and slap it, and spank it and spank it, and pick out all the raisins, and toss it way up high–oops it fell on the floor, and now it’s ready to eat!

*No wildlife was harmed in the playing of this game.

Here she is! The newest Curly’s ‘do is actually more fluffy, but I’m not changing everyone’s nicknames. She smiles at everyone– really. Well, except me… for me it is more of a wide gaping maw saying “feed me.” And because I plan on being in this post-partum stupor at least two more months, I really can’t think of her nickkname yet. Or really anything much to say except: Isn’t she the cutest baby you ever saw? Yup, me too.

And to say my new favorite band is The Boy Least Likely To. Strikes close to home– nerds with a guitar and a banjo. (Their original songs are even better.)

I was going to send Christmas cards (and a whole list of other “going to’s”) but I’ll blame it on being pregnant and too many plane flights with little kids. So here is the picture I took in October, planning ahead for cards in December, and then thwarting my own efficiency by never sending them.

And I’ll leave you with Q’s words. “C’mon guys, let’s go find some laughter and a snack!”

Here they are, folks. Our brood of free-range children!