Love, baby, Love.

What words can I use to express how I (we) feel?  Our two babies LOVE each other!

 Henry thinks (so far as we can tell) that Elliot can do no wrong.

Elliot is fairly sure that she wants to marry Henry when she gets bigger.

Doesn't Henry rock that Santa bib?  He's teething and drooling everywhere!!

Dear Santa...please disregard the letter from my daughter.

Elliot made her list for Santa.  I am not even sure if we should sent it to the jolly ol'man.  For starters, she does not wear a size 5 shoe.  And secondly, what would we do with a pig?  I mean, seriously a pig?

Grandpa Airplane and 6 month old Elliot.  3 years ago this week.  (btw, 3 month old Henry has those same overalls well filled out already)

 And, in this season of giving and receiving...while Elliot works diligently on her handmade gifts for others...she also makes a few simple requests.  Requests that we beg Santa to disregard.  Though at the same time we want it fully acknowledged how sweet her list is.   Sweet, right?

Elliot's 1st snow in Fairfield, December 2007

And I bring to you, as verbetem as possible...the letter.

Mama:  Elliot, what do you want Santa to bring you for Christmas? 
Elliot: I want Santa to bring me a very big size 10 hat or bonnet, size 5 boots, and my very own computer and a pig in a long box.  But not a cooked pig.
Mama: [dead silence, cause what do you say to that?]



Santa and Elliot, December 2007...happy little thing.



A vision of thier future.

Elliot said today that when she is my age, or maybe just 5, she is going to marry Henry and sew all of his clothes.  His jackets and pants and zippies and underwear, everything.

As a mother I cringed (on the inside).  My children, married to each other, wearing awkward home-sewn clothes.  Great.

But I'd hate to be the one to crush her dreams...so I just let it roll.