Found some extra pictures I never posted, probably from my "purse" camera judging by the dozens of fingerprints on the lens. Here's James' choice of outfit for one of the too-plentiful cold and rainy spring days we endured.

Maybe he took his inspiration from his dad's new surgical loops? Jeremy has officially arrived at surgeon-ness. When he first put them on, all I could think of was being a nurse and seeing the surgeon like this. Wouldn't you crack up? I totally would!

Move over Clark Kent

Here's Jer's birthday sombrero at Chevy's with brother Ben and his friend.

The thinker-come bunny in DC. I loved this sculpture. I could have a miniature in my house and never get tired of it.

Fountains in front of the National Archives

Scotty's preschool graduation. He hammed up the whole evening. I'm pretty sure the first little pose is a response to my request for "cute smile."


He surprised us with an announcement that he wanted to be a fireman when he grows up. Never would have pegged him for a firefighter, but why not?


One of my favorite little guys on the planet, Cyrus. I want him for my very own.



At the end of our ward Easter egg hunt I couldn't find the boys. Of course they had already hunkered down, serious about the business of candy-eating. Notice that all the tables around them are vacant -- all the other kids were still playing around and hunting eggs.

Lots and lots of empty eggs by the time I found them...

Introducing .THE CHAIR. One of my first freak out topics after learning we were expecting twins centered around nursing: how? could I possibly survive? is there such a thing as a chair perfect for nursing two yet comfortable enough to double as a bed? Yes, in fact, there is. We found it on craigslist. I know, it's slightly ridiculous, especially in our tiny nursery, but I have a feeling we won't regret the investment for one second of our postpartum sleepless delirium.

