Seeing Spencer

Playing with Grandma with an assist from Grandpa. Grandparents are the best!    

I see why Toby loves these things. They really are cool!  

   

Good light, great hair.  

Toby, this house is just our size!   

Catching some rays in Arizona. Much better than what we left in New Jersey.  

I'm playing my music, Dad. No time for pictures. I was just getting into it. Wait, why isn't everyone coming to listen? Do you know your part, Daddy? Nevermind I'll do it myself.  

Oh boy. I seem to be the only one here. What are we supposed to be doing? I can't handle this kind of pressure. Wait, what's this? Oh. The instructions are all here. With pictures. This is totally fine.  

One day we will have all our teeth, but until then we chomp on our whole hand.  

Look Mom, I can even do this with no hands!  

Checking out Toby's holiday concert.   Where is he dad? I can't believe he's on the stage!  AND there's balloon? Best. Concert. Ever.

If helping means pushing buttons, count me in.  

Today is Cotton's birthday. We decorated and had cupcakes and presents, but I didn't feel like we could celebrate Cotton the way she deserves to be celebrated. It's been a bit uphill around here recently  with the constant rotation of illness. Today was a weekday like so many others - no great opportunity for rest or proper birthday-pampering. Although our celebration was small, the love we have for Cotton is huge. Through her own sickness she cares for all of us. We're so lucky. Happy Birthday, Cotton. Thank you. ❤️ 

I've seen some wild blueberries in my day. Berries who could not be tamed. Berries who were one with the wilderness. But I ate them just the same. And they were delicious.  

Maybe we should all take more naps.  

  Getting his steps in. Round and round the Daddy.

(Someone wasn't sleepy.) Can I get a round of applause for the "Midnight and Magnets" show! Woohoo! Mom and Dad, your clapping is a little...sleepy.  

Toby, you're the best. Thanks for being my brother.  

Are we leaving to pick up Toby? Yes!  

This morning there was a wintry mix. Cotton thought Spencer could use some fresh air, so they went out to the terrace while she had her coffee. Spencer loved it.  

Glen Ridge apparently does a Santa Parade. Toby was adamant that he did not want to see it because he did not want to ruin the Santa magic. Spencer was also not a huge fan, though admittedly it was rather loud.  

Who's super cute and turned 18 months today? Me, me, me, me, me, me!  

Spencer is so excited to get hus own fruit pouch out of the fridge (just like Toby). Often he takes one slurp and refuses to eat any more...so that he can go back to the fridge to get a new pouch.  

I've been trying to solve this puzzle for days. I don't think I'll ever get it. Could I just throw it over there? No? Hmph. Well, now what I am going to do with it?  

Umm. Toby? By Jove, I think he's dead. Thank goodness he left me this fabulous pillow in his will. (No Toby's were actually hurt in this dramatization.)  

Mother, how am I supposed to play in all the rain if I'm stuck in the stroller under this thing?