Kathryn. Real.

Ellis to his friend F: I’m so glad you stayed for dinner.
then later
F to Ellis:  I love you so much!  This is the BEST time!

Ellis at Three and a half years old:

Is obsessed with superheroes.  Wears his batman costume several times a week.  Is dying for a bunk bed.  Has a best friend.  Doesn’t like girls (except for mommy and Iris).  Hardly eats anything.  Won’t tell me what he does at school.  Is very curious about death.  Misses mommy snuggles.  Has started sleeping in our bed again.  Finally pees in the potty.  Loves to swim/play racquetball/play basketball at the YMCA.  Really wants to rock climb.  Tests his own limits almost all day every day.  Says things that are so adorable I wish I had a camera on my head at all times to capture him.  Thinks of a new nickname for his sister every day (today it was “little platypus”).  Wakes up wanting to play with Iris.  Can’t get enough roughhousing with Daddy.  Has become very artistic, mostly painting.  Climbs, climbs, climbs.  Talks all the time. Is very much still my sweet baby boy.

Iris at three and a half months:

Is trying like hell to get her toes in her mouth.  Is sitting up (however wobbly).  Loves to “fly”.  Has to be in bed at 8pm or she throws a fit (like on the dot, by 5 after she’s a mess).  Sleeps without waking until 8am or later.  Is a Daddy’s girl.  Is happy almost all the time.  Has a smile that lights up a room.  Is in size 2 diapers just to accommodate her deliciously chubby thighs.  Is a super cuddler.  Laughs at her brother mostly.  Flirts with her Uncle Johnny like crazy.  Can’t get into her 0-3 month clothes anymore (tear).  Stares at people eating and licks her lips.  Spits up a whole hell of a lot.  Hates tummy time.  Won’t roll over.  Is fascinated by the cat but barely notices the dogs.  Can’t think of much better than a nice bath.  Doesn’t really care about her pacifier.  Sports the most adorable deep wrinkles on her thighs and arms.  Can reach the toys on her exersaucer.  Has white eyebrows, brown lashes, strawberry blond hair in front and dark brown on top.  Speaking of hair, Kramer called and would like his back little miss.  Watches tv if it’s on in the room.  Has a dermoid cyst above her right eyebrow.  Talks a lot.  Grows more beautiful every single day.

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This morning our room was filled with the soft blue light of a cloudy dawn.  Kent was snoring softly.  Ellis was snuggled tightly into my back having made his way into our room, as he does most nights, around 3.  Iris had woken to eat, and having had her fill stayed awake for a while instead of dropping back off to sleep as she usually does.  She began to coo softly, her voice a perfect compliment to the hour.  Then, as she quietly finished her song, we both dropped off to sleep.