Alfalfa

Just add the pokey-up hair in the back and you'd have Alfalfa from the Little Rascals.

Of course, we think this one is cuter.

Baby Brover

Grandma's Oldest and Youngest

Samson Brim Nelson

11/26/1992

Spencer Harmon Wood

1/30/2012

More Photos

Just photos today...

Instagram photos:

Coming home from the hospital:

Hanging out in his laundry basket (a boy needs some protection from the swooping of siblings):

Sleeping:

Aunt Penny's package at the hospital:

Snuggling in the hospital bed:

The bulbs bloom when the baby arrives:

Flowers from Grandma Paula and Grandpa Mark:

A Name

We have named baby... Spencer Harmon Wood.

I also put up all the posts I wrote before the baby was born.

Hair

Normally I cut GQ's hair:

And actually, I do an okay job.  I don't buzz his hair, I cut it.  And I've always liked it.  This last time though... it was a little cold outside when I was cutting and GQ didn't want to sit outside any longer.  So, we missed a few parts of his hair.

Okay, we missed a lots of parts of his hair.  And maybe I'll have to buzz it to get it back to normal again, but we get some really good hairstyles off of this little cut:

This, however, is my personal favorite:

Which is why we took the picture in Church.... shhhhhh.  GQ was most excited about his tie - which is only slightly pictured - but which he is obsessed with.  He notices nothing out of the ordinary about his hair.

(I'm thinking he looks like Kevin Bacon from "Footloose"?  What do you think?)

Squinkies

For Christmas, E and M received some squinkies.  GQ has been sorrowing every since.  Normally they let him play with "The Sea Witch" and that is it.  So, on one of our dates Justin and I looked to see if we could buy some $4 squinkies that were for boys.  No such luck.  They do have "boy squinkies" online, but they are more than $4.  Which is a bit too much for squinkies, since they get lost quite often anyway.

With that said, it suddenly occurred to me that I did have a box of old-school Polly Pocket sized Star Wars toys:

Which means that now Han Solo and Luke Skywalker play with Ariel....

And GQ has some great light-saber options.  Who needs squinkies?

An Unfortunate Story Where I Must Unfortunately Show Myself IN ALL MY GLORY

Below is a picture of my bangs.  One week out.  Which means they were worse a week before this picture.  Just so you know. 

It is also a picture of me wearing a Grandma's Nightgown, with a Blue Robe that is Too Long, and Black Slippers with PomPom Balls on them.

Oh, yes.

Without make-up on (which I don't really know how to put on anyway, when I am trying.)

It is also a picture of M wearing Orange Pants, a Pink Shirt, a Yellow Sweater, and Pink Socks.

Which I must say is actually quite normal, but still....

Yes, indeed, why don't you check that out again:

After all we wouldn't want to forget the 10 month pregnant belly, would we????????

Now, why did I post this online????? 

Oh, yes.  Because on Friday I decided to take the library books back to the library drop-box.  This drop-box is located at a Bank ATM, which means that no one will see you when you go there.  It's very safe.  So, off I went after dropping E off at school. 

I also told M that she could bring her "Thank You" cards to mail.  She has been waiting FOR DAYS.  She colored them, wrote her name on them, put the stamps on them, and was sooooo happy it was time to put them in the mailbox.

But when we arrived at the little post office box for M to mail her letters I discovered two things:

1.  M had forgotten in her great excitement that she should probably put on shoes if she wanted to mail her letters.

2.  The post office box had been built on a stand....  WHY?... which made it impossible for M to reach the mailbox by herself.

Which meant:

I got to get out of the car IN ALL MY GLORY and pick up my 4 year old daughter so she could mail her letters. 

And if they got to see it, shouldn't you?

(I am currently having mice pully on my bangs at night to make them grow faster.)