Brotherly love (for a change)

Baby Brother might not be such a little pest after all. This morning, when I couldn't find my shoes, Henry came running up to me from the family room, shoes in hand, crying, "I found Ah-duh shoes!"

This evening, I repaid the favor by spoon-feeding him some of my beef stew. I touched it to show Henry it wasn't hot, then I shoveled it in.

Mommy is skeptical that our chuminess will last, though...

We wish you a fussy Christmas!

And a fussy New Year!

The agony and the ecstasy

Quesadilla comedy

Gobble gobble

Here is my Thanksgiving costume. Check out the things I'm thankful for. Too bad Henry didn't make the cut...