if we ever end up with a fourth (I say no, ben says yes. I haven't slept through the night in years--years, people-- and would you believe I get asked this question every time I make an appearance in public? I usually answer "one at a time." which is truth).
anyway, I digress. what I was saying is, if there is ever a fourth I decided I'm not even going to make a valiant effort at documenting their life. I'll just have to make it up to them when all their siblings leave the house or something...
but three, by golly. I'm going to give it the old college try.
to get the lighting I wanted, I had the front door open and was taking some pictures of my kid on the front rug. wouldn't you know, the mail lady happened by....it was only a little awkward.
but she already knows somethings not right. I mean, houses aren't sound proof and she shows up every day around lunchtime...
so, oliver.
not my hardest (jonah), not my easiest (thatcher). not sleeping through the night, but relatively predictable--so that's helpful. loving your brothers. and your mom and dad. in your own house. and that's it. fairly reminiscent of your oldest brother's babyhood. he didn't like anyone until he was about two. and thatcher, well, he liked everybody until he was two. (or two and a half, as the case may be with him. at church. whew, the drama). so maybe it's just a phase everyone goes through at some point. but you're starting to be super smiley, occasionally chatty, and really in to your hands. you get a lot of "just like dad and jonah" but i totally see thatcher (and thus, me!) in...well, probably in your cheeks.
