Jonny: "I think tonight, I'll have some Boob ala Boob."

So its been a while since my last post. I know what your thinking. "Hey! Yo! Get yer ass to the computer and tell me what's up!" Well, those with two ankle biters already know what I'm about to say, but for the most part, I kinda feel buried. But in a good way. Like, someone burying you at the beach. Its dirty, and messy and you can always breath, but it feels heavy and slightly claustrophobic.

Truth is, I am totally in love with the family right now. Head over heels. Despite not sleeping much and constantly find myself doing a shit ton of "dishes and laundry and laundry and dishes and dishes and laundry". (That's a song Andy and I made up when Oscar was born. We sing it more now - ask us and we'll break it out for ya.) And I'm cooking more than I ever have. Despite or because of it, I'm loving the moment of it. We are in it. Buried. But we are figuring it out and doing it, the best way we can right now.

I'm still working hard to get that real non-gas smile from JR. I've gotten a few that were induced by my finger twitching at his chin. One time, he smiled and he looked like his cousin Reggie. I was rough housing with Oscar the other night while the little little guy was having his mid-evening snack of Boob Ala Boob and Andy said to me, "Easy. You're gonna hurt him. Jeez." I then informed her that its only gonna get rowdier. When the newborn gets big and it's two on one, it's finally gonna be a fair fight.

I'm going to bed. The family is sleeping and I should be too. Keep ya posted...