Oldie but a goodie ...

I'm not entirely sure how this one got past me, but judging from the fact it was taken in our old house and Jake's apparent age here, I'm guessing it was maybe six or seven months ago.

At any rate, Jake here shows off his famous Foster Brooks impression ... or maybe that was applesauce that had been in that container ... and the sauce had turned hard ...


Hick!

A few new Cooper pics ...

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Yet another reason I love my son (the second one)

Last night, we were cuddling on the couch, and Cooper woke up a little hungry. I held him up, looked at him, and he looked back at me and let out an entirely straightforward "Wah."

You have to respect a kid who cries in perfect onomatopoeia.

Here's a bonus pic of Cooper, mere minutes after he was born:

Generosity ...

So we get up the other morning, and Jake wants to play with the new Play-Doh that we bought him the night before. For the record, it was a collection of animal parts (legs, heads, eyes, etc.) that you plug into lumps of Doh to easily make giraffes, elephants, flamingos, bugs and so forth.

The set came with three new cans of Doh, and I went the extra $1.67 for four more cans of different colors.

So we get up, I generously agree to play. We open up the blue ... and he sort of sits there, squishing it. I ask for some.

After a long moment's thought, he relents, picking off the puniest, tiniest, most microscopic portion he can manage with his tiny fingers and happily offering it up to me. The photos below, complete with other objects for scale, indicate just how generous Jake was with his new possession:





Please note, those are "AAA" batteries, not the relatively massive "AA" kind.

Getting to know you ...

Jake continues to get more excited about Cooper ... although he currently won't kiss him because he was told not to right after eating peanut butter.

Better safe than sorry.

Here he is after asking to hold his little brother:



Here he is noticing the baby socks we put over Cooper's hands to keep him from scratching himself. The exact quote, "He's got socks."

Here we go again ...

Hey everybody, meet Cooper Garrett T., born Aug. 2, 2006, at 12:16 p.m. He weighed 8 pounds, 4 oz., and was 20 inches long. With the exception of a two-ounce weight advantage, that's almost the exact dimensions of his brother, Jake, when he was born.

It's late and I'm tired. Let's just say we would've gotten home a lot earlier today (Aug. 3), but we spent the entire day waiting for Cooper to get around to peeing ... a prerequisite to make sure his kidneys, etc., are all functioning properly. With the paperwork in for a rather unpleasant exploration to be performed early the next morning, Cooper came through, finally letting loose with ... well, I'll spare you the details. Suffice it to say, we're home.

Here are some more photos:





And finally, the big meet:



Much more on all this stuff later ...