Ethan Kineval

My little one has developed a fondness for climbing on chairs and tables. I am not sure when this started and he is quick as lightning.

The scary part is that he knows he's being bad, but doesn't really stop. I blame the stubborn gene on his daddy!





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Cutting teeth

It is 3 in the morning and we cannot sleep. Why? Because our little one is in the midst of cutting at least two molars. Even with significant dosing, he is still quite inconsolable. Poor Possum. Poor Mama and Daddy. Thank goodness Scrumpy learned early on to sleep through noise.



Not even a cupcake can help me


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Baby Julian and Me

Baby Julian came out to play! It's hard to believe that he is almost four months and Possum is 13 months! But they enjoyed themselves as well as babies can at that age. I look forward to capturing many more cousin moments for years to come!






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End of an Era

This week Becca gave Possum the very last bag of pumped milk. I cannot believe that not only did we make the whole year but we actually got a whole other month out of it! The second one is so much harder. Between work and the two babies I cannot believe I found the stamina and determination to wake up twice a night to pump in addition to nursing as well and find time twice a day at work to pump. I think about all those times and all those places I pumped just because I needed to make it fit. And here we are 13 months later. It is a bittersweet time for me. I took great pleasure cleaning and packing up my pump, throwing away my hoses and funnels. But I am a little sad because I'm pretty sure I am done with this phase of my life. I look at my little boy and am super proud that he is who he is all supplied by mama's milk --no formula!
If only I had this type of fierce dedication to working out.



Last bag of pumped milk


Savoring the bottle


So delicious!


All gone!

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Who is this kid

Possum has apparently figured out how to crawl into his " lazy boy" at school for his morning nap. Proof yet again that Becca switches kids on us because he rarely if ever volunteers to nap at home.








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Rock Star

This past weekend, we attended Possum's girlfriend's birthday party at Lake Elizabeth.  Juliet and Possum were scheduled to be born on the same day.  He came a few days early and she came a few days late.  Either way, these little leos know how to have some fun.  My little guy feasted on Filipino BBQ, Puto, Blueberries, Strawberries and Fried Rice.  God, you gotta love these inter-cultural gatherings.  Some shots from the day.

First time in a jumpy house

The theme was Rock Star. 

He looks more Aunt Jemima than Bret Michaels

Juliet and Ethan with their Grammas

First Trip to the Dentist

With Scrumpy, we took him at 2 years old.  At that appointment, armed with a newborn, they admonished us for waiting a whole year to bring him in and glared at us hard as they looked at my newborn and said, "we'll see both of them in a year!" 

I cannot tell you how quickly that year went by!  So we find ourselves at the dentist again, and armed with the knowledge of how traumatic it can be with a two year old, our expectations were set very low. 

While his brother, once again, screamed and cried for most of the visit, including the "let's take a quick digital photo" portion, Possum handled it like most things he does in life, with a smile on his face.  All was good with the six teeth he presented.  And we discovered two more are cutting through, which is probably why he's been so cranky of late.

So another year will pass before we have to go to this bloody appointment again.  In the meantime, we hope all the cookies, candy, and ice cream we give them doesn't do too much damage that neccessitate visits every 6 months!

Smiling in the toy bin (aka baby jail)

Photo of brother screaming for dear life

Photo of Possum, possibly smiling through it all!