Yogi reaching for the bucket when my wife walked in from the hospital with Monkey.
Kissing Monkey’s baby cheeks while he snoozes.
Yogi’s sidekick lovey almost never leaving his side. Paci too. These guys have never been outside the crib for any length of time and never out of the house so it’s a whole new wide world for Yogi’s buddies. One that I hope to be narrowing soon.
Yogi’s renewed interest in the Ergo, or as he calls it “backpack”.
Early morning walks on the greenway and breakfast at the neighborhood bagel joint. Milk for Monkey and Blueberry bagel with a side of peanut butter for Yogi. Yum!
Enjoying snuggly Monkey time while Yogi naps.
Waking up in the night with a “Mama, Mama!” Yogi. We had this problem licked, but since the arrival of Monkey I can’t bear to think that he feels abandoned with all of us in the other room. This ends tonight. Pray for me….
Wondering what we ever did with all that time we had when Yogi was an infant. Babies really do sleep all.the.time. How could we have thought we were tired?
Trying to pick my battles with a veggie burger throwing, kiddie hammer banging, standing up in his chair and laughing hysterically toddler. I love this boy, but sometimes he drives me crazy. But, maybe that’s the sleep deprivation talking.
Yogi’s excitement about Muzzie, Grandpa, Nana, Pops AND Moka (the dog) all being in town at once. He really got into hugging everyone good night before bed. So cute.
Hearing Yogi say his brother’s name. Nothing better.
Remembering too late that you should never leave the house with an infant without a burp cloth and a change of clothes. How quickly you forget.
Yogi going (too exuberantly?) for a big bite of ice cream and accidentally sending ice cream flying into his brother’s face. Oh the poor, poor second child.
The anatomy lesson that breaks out each time Monkey sits in his bouncy seat. Yogi marches over and begins “Ears, Eyes (this one is a bit scary, but so far so good), Nose, Mouth, Hair, Hands, Feet, Knees”. Never gets old.
Feeling relatively certain that my house will never be clean again.
Yogi, Monkey and my wife on the afternoon before labor began.