Wolvertown

The boy is still a little confused about when it’s “socially acceptable” to be awake and when it isn’t. For example, not at 3:00 am. Or 4:00 am. Or even 5:00 am. We like it to remain quiet around here until at least 7:00 if possible. Jenn says I have to wait until he’s about 15 to confront him on stuff like that. I say she coddles that boy way too much. All kidding aside though, he’s doing great, plumping up like he was Elvis on fried peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Except he’s not doing cocaine and diet pills at the same time (that we know of).

Lindsay has been a total darling with him so far. She loves to hold him and sing to him, and she swears up and down, “Look, he’s smiling at his big sister!” I hear this all changes as soon as he can crawl into her room and start drooling on her Barbies, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Speaking of Lindsay and sweetness, I recorded her singing “If you’re happy and you know it” the other day, which is about as cute as it gets.