Babies = Brunch

Serious Cousins

Silly Cousins

Five years ago, if you would have told us that we would be planning days in advance, to meet for brunch, I guarantee you that Jason would had laughed.  Justin would have laughed.  Cathy would have laughed.  And I certainly would have laughed.

I'd believe we were meeting them just about anywhere, if you said it was at 10:30 pm.  10:30 am, not so much.  But, we have now learned that babies equal brunch.  Lunch is during nap time, so that's not a good idea.  And dinner is way too late to be getting out with an almost 4 month old, almost 5 month old and almost THREE year old.  Can't believe the little nugget is going to be three in three months.  Man time flies.

This afternoon the boys took three hour naps in our room so I could get to work in H's closet (and so I can try and get H to sleep in his rock and play again... for travel purposes).  I went through Hardin's clothes.  Out with the old, in with the new.  I dare you to find some one happier than me sitting in the middle of his closet floor, surrounded by all those tiny little clothes, admiring my day's work.  I also figured out why Cat was so happy to give me Cawley's clothes once she found out she was having a girl.  Storing all of his clothes for the next one is going to be quite a task, to say the least.

Sweet little Lillian...  I just can't get enough of this baby girl!