Babies, Babies, Babies!
God knows I never thought I’d end up marrying a man from Missouri. And from such a prolific family, now less. My husband comes from a family of four, all of which are married with children…and all of which live within one square mile of each other.
It’s a good thing we all like one another. No black sheep or crazy witches among us. (although, they probably all think I’m a bit nutty)
The total count of cousins is up to 13 now, which the addition of three beautiful babies.
Here is where they started – my two darling sister-in-laws. How can you help but be a perfect baby when you got this for a mommy? Seriously, have I confided in you in how annoyingly perfect my sister-in-law are? One graduated from Princeton, where she played tennis, and now is an attorney. The other has her PhD in neuroscience and gets grants and studies shit I don’t even understand. And to top it off they are cute, nice and funny.
The Dalai is just trying to keep up over here. Quinoa anyone?
First came the big boy. All 8+ pounds of him. Sweet, baby Miles…
And then these little girls decided 34 weeks was long enough. Time to see the world! At just 4 pounds each, they are smaller than Pissy Missy’s dolls. Incredibly tiny, beautiful and perfect…
Welcome to the family, sweet babies! I’ll have a baby sitter for you in a couple years. It’s your cousin Max, and he is a sexy beast.