Wynn Nature Center

While Daddy has to go to work we've been taking Papa and Grandma to the fun places here in Homer. This was actually our first time at the Nature center and it ended up being really fun. We got there just as toddler story time was starting and it was all about moose! We found moose tracks in the woods (and poop!) and made our own moose hats with Grandmas artistic help.

Papa and Trama are here!!!!

I think the boys have been waiting for Papa and Trama to get here since the day we left Spokane....and finally I don't have to try and exexplain how much longer till they get here....because THEY ARE HERE!! I think it took us a couple days to recover from a night of being awake ALL night! I think we crawled into bed at 4:30 am on July 4th. We're having fun!

Brothers

Sometimes it's a fight over who gets to have the baby. Malachi calls him "MY baby brother" and Josiah just mumbles "I hold it..." for a moment we got them to share.

Alaskan Boy!

It's cool up here because Alaskans are very proud of the fact that they're Alaskans...and they should be, this is an amazing place. The crib card for Ezra (as you can see) says, I'm an Alaskan boy! and we're kinda proud of that, especially Abe. We've had a wonderful adventure and him being born here in Homer is a huge part of that.

Cheeks!

Josiah is now a cheek holder, kinda like Mal does the ears. He falls asleep with his hands holding both of my cheeks. He LOVES Ezras cheeks...he pokes them, holds them, kisses them. I think he's a smart little dude...he just has to gain a greater awarness of where the cheek ends and the eyeball begins.

He's got hair!

When I was delivering Ezra the midwife made a coment about him having hair. Abe and I both made stupid comments in response to the effect that our kids don't have hair when they're born....but here it is, Ezra's hair. It's not as much as Carter Beason....but we like to pet it.

This picture makes it look kinda red....maybe he's more Hickman than I first thought :)

(rewind some more) Josiah the super Potty Boy!

So, Josiah decided to start potty training himself. I'm not complaining....but it hasn't been easy and he's still troopin. This is just one of the several battle wounds he has gotten trying to do it by himself. I think there was a little bath water on the floor and he cracked his eye on the rim of the toilet.... didn't slow him down too bad. I haven't had to change a poopy diaper for quite a while (maybe one).