The Bunny Was Good to Her

Worth 1000 Words

What the world is like with a little brother:

And then there were four.

March 17, 2007 brought us Gibson Caspar Wessel. Weighing in at 6 pounds, 14 ounces (the very same as his big sister), Gib's presence was larger than life from the start. He's quite the little dude.

Quite the Lineup

A few weeks ago, we had a delightful mountain weekend with pals in Estes Park. Two sides of a duplex + four wee ones + eight parents maximizing adult time while wee ones slept = good times. Here are the dads and little dudes (plus Roxi the dudette): Mike & Levi, Rob & Roxi, Scott & Dario and Tee & Andre.

Movin' On Up

Roxi upgraded to a bigger room a couple of weekends ago, graciously leaving her former quarters for her future brother or sister. Her favorite parts? Purple walls, big bed, fish mobile and lots of space for stuffed animal friends. But top prize goes to the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling.

Valentine Photo Shoot

Prehistoric Love

Dinosaur Valentine cookies are the BEEEEEEEEEST.

Random Bits of Cute

Just When You Think You're Wasting Money on Music Classes

Out of the blue, while goofing off in bed: "I'm sliding like a trombone! A slide trombone!"

Ho Ho Ho

Christmas? With the presents and the Santa and the sugary treats? Roxi totally GOT it this year. Though it still took her a couple of days to get through all her presents, what with having to stop and play with each delight after opening it ... not to mention the embarrassment of riches she enjoyed in the gift department (thanks to all you Santas out there).

So, in order:
1. On the Eve, cookies and milk for the jolly old elf.
2. Xmas morning; presents, presents everywhere.
3. Oooooh, check out my cool lizard.
4. Happy hats!
5. Exhilarated and exhausted after round one of opening.

Happy Christmas Eve

A Wee Touch Of Snow

The official count was somewhere around 20 inches of the white stuff. In our house, however, it was/is called "Wowser dowsers, that's a lot of snow!" snow.

On The Catwalk

These pictures are courtesy of pal Tori, who was using me as a model for a group fashion project (she and her classmates made the dress). The target demographic for said project was pregnant and fabulous, which worked out since I'm pregnant and Roxi is fabulous.

Tis The Season ...

... to hang out with Santa.

Gobble Gobble

We were fortunate to share Thanksgiving with good friends this year.



Roxi ate at the kid's table.



Everyone enjoyed the intimate gathering ... of 24 adults and 10 kids.

A Long Overdue Introduction

This is Melissa, Roxi's first and utterly fabulous babysitter. She's a senior at CSU and a total blast. Rob and I are almost as smitten with her as Roxi is, which is to say considerably.

Crying Not Fowl

In response to a question from good friend Tori: "Are you a chicken?"

Roxi: "Chickens live on the farm. And I have hair on my head. So no, I am not a chicken."

"When I Get Older, I'm Gonna ...

... eat gumballs."
... use a knife to cut things."
... drink coffee. But for now we'll just get this coffee for Daddy."

The Softer Side of Lizards

Roxi is really into dinosaurs lately, having just acquired a bag full of them. She knows all of them by name, from Apatosaurus to Parasaurolophus to good old T-Rex, and frequently begs Rob to find new kinds of dinosaurs to see and discuss on the Internet. This new fascination is great, further testament to the incredible memory of small children and very fun to watch besides. The interesting part to me, though, is the way in which she plays with the dinos.

Case in point: Rob had two of them "attack" each other (quite in character for giant, hungry lizards), and Roxi took them from him and had them kiss instead. She frequently has her dinos give each other lollipops - purple lollipops are especially popular - or takes them to the potty, where they are lauded for doing an excellent job making pee-pee. "Good job Triceratops! Now we will wash your hands."

Happy Halloween!