Stirling calls Logan "my baby." As in, "don't touch that dad, it's my baby's giraffe." Or, "My baby has soft brown hair."
Logan actually has blonde hair... weird. I figured at least one of my babies would have red hair.
Stirling is very proud of his baby. When I picked him up at daycare a few days ago, he turned to his little friend and said "Sam come see my baby. This is my baby Logan." Then when ALL the little kids came to look at his baby, Stirling got very concerned when one little boy touched Logan and told him, "don't touch him, he's fragile."
Logan has started making cooing noises occasionally when he is fed and contented.
I am up to my eyeballs in potty language and shooting. I hope this is just a phase because I really don't like being called a stinky tooter while being shot at with anything that might slightly resemble a gun.
Life with two kids is a whole different ballgame than life with one. It may take me a while to learn this new ballgame.
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Great photo of the family 'incognito'. you might be able to re-direct the potty mouth language away from you, but it isn't going to go away .. . you have boys! they like that kind of talk!
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