For friends and family who, for reasons beyond our comprehension, desire to know things about us and see our pictures.
Monday, February 21, 2011
And now, for a series of photos of Nate at mealtime which I'm very proud of, almost entirely without comment.
(note the Cheerio)
We have officially become interested in the other little boy who looks just like us.
I hear there's about to be some foodings -- yay!
Sleepin' and slumpin.'
Sometimes he looks elfin.
Natey has a lot more hair than the other two did at this same age. Sometimes he gets bed head. Other times, the static electricity gets a-workin.'
Sometimes, when you are playing with the toys in the basket, the basket falls over, and you get stuck in the basket. And then you cry and look like this.
His first crawl came about two weeks ago -- and what did he crawl for? A book. Yay!
Boy!
Eating time sure can be messy...
... but it leads to cute pictures...
... but hey, that's what wet paper towels are for, right?
I'm amazed at how much Natey loves his brother and sister -- and at how much they love him! Praise God!
Erwin boys.
Sweeties in their new Christmas hats!
Dirge (the new Transformer) has been put to work during Saturday morning art time.
My first attempt at cutting Sean's hair. I didn't lacerate him or anything. Nonetheless I wouldn't say he was pleased by the experience.
One of our post-Christmas activities was a trip over to the new National Harbor, on the Potomac River. This was taken from the 20th floor of the beautiful new Gaylord Hotel. We weren't staying there -- we just went up and down the elevator.
Hey Grandma -- check it out! She loves to braid and color Barbie's hair.
I am a rebellious, self-centered sinner who has been rescued from the coming wrath of a holy God solely by His grace, in the person of Jesus Christ. I stand continuously puzzled, amazed, and grateful that He chose to give Himself up to death on the cross for me, that my sins might be forgiven, that I might be adopted as God's son, and that there might be peace between me and my Maker.