Waiting on a sunny day...

I can't seem to get any good pictures of these guys. I like to blame the weather and this house (it seems better than blaming the photographer!) The light is so nasty and gloomy, I just can't get anything good, but until we return to fantastic weather (or move to Arizona!), these will have to do.

Can you tell who adores this baby? It's all I can do to keep Miles from constantly rubbing his nose on Calvin's hair. I asked why he does this and he answered, "Betause Mom, he's softer than a teddy bear!"


What's with 7 year old boys? Seriously?!



They were just thrilled to be allowed on the top bunk. Only Tate's supposed to be up there.



Apparently, whatever the 7 year old has is contagious.



Calvin got to visit the doctor today (he's survived in this nuthouse a whole month!) and he's growing like a weed. 11 lbs, 6 ozs.



Why does 4 kids not seem like so many right here, but when they're all spread out yelling, jumping, running, knocking things over, and galloping up the stairs, it seems like there are so many more?



He doesn't know he's got 3 super-admirers yet. Just wait until he starts breaking their toys. His popularity will plummet.



Hard to believe the head on the top will soon be the size of the one on the left:



Or that the body on the left used to be the size of the one on the right: