Here they are!
Really sweet chili pepperMiles had to have his costume on earlier in the day, when smiles were more apt to happen. :)
I am scared of confrontation. I don't like it, never have. Ask my mom about it: when Stephanie was a toddler and prone to major tantrums (she's a doll now, of course), I was the first one to just give in to her rather than keep the fight (or noise) going. I mean, I have no trouble saying what I think about things and standing by my opinions in conversation, but when it comes to talking to someone one-on-one about stuff, it's not my strong suit. I usually have to take a deep breath and approach carefully.
This weekend, I was grateful for my big ole Texas-sized car. Five kids, two moms. It was noisy.
And Miles, well, he was held a lot and today I'm paying the price for that. But we were thankful for the love and I could absolutely eat this baby up.

Parker is home! The doctor who came on duty this morning thought that as long as his oxygen levels were above 92, and he was eating and drinking, that he was fine to go home. We were discharged in what seemed like record time for a hospital, and Parker is home safe and sound.
I'm off to have a bowl of cereal and try to get some rest. We'll see about that. I'm not crazy about this part-of-my-family-at-the-hospital idea. Luckily, Audrey is keeping me company in my bed. :)




Ok, I'm now ready to accept comments about A) how old Parker looks now and B) how much he looks like young Guggle Lincoln (in my opinion, but don't you think, fam?)