Grandma Great

Eliza was born on Ben’s grandma’s 78th birthday. She was her very first great-granddaughter. Grandma Great had heart surgery a few weeks ago, and she found out on Wednesday that her replacement valve was leaking and she was too weak for more surgery. Her response was, “But I wanted to see Ellie get fat little elbows and ankles.”

Even though everyone assured her that of course she would get to see Eliza get chubby, Grandma died this morning.

When Liam woke up I told him that Grandma Great went to Heaven because she wanted to be with Grandpa Great. He said, “Hmm. I don’t think that’s a very good idea.”

Quite frankly, I don’t think it’s a very good idea either.

Doctor Bobo

Apparently my brother just graduated from clown school.

Memorial Day

Here's hoping yours was as fun and delicious as ours.

More Twin Shots of Liam and Eliza

Bathtime:


Blessing Day:


Early Smiles:

True Love

Yesterday was probably the best day of Eliza’s life so far. She smiled all day long, and hardly cried at all. Then she slept from 10:00 last night until 5:30 this morning, which is her longest stretch yet. I’ve been trying to figure out what we did differently to make her so happy yesterday, and the only thing I can come up with is that yesterday she met Baby Oscar.

Hopak!

Schmath: Do you know what we look like?
Kim: Angels?
Schmath: No, folk dancers.

Seriously So Blessed