After eating a fortune cookie in bed, at 7:00pm, while anxiously staring at the live 'Max-feed' (formerly known as a baby monitor) and crossing fingers and toes that he stays in his room, the fortune revealed was true, timely, and humorous. "You have a lively family." Autocorrect made that say "lovely family", but as Kira lies here knowing her brother may stampede in at any second, she agrees that "lively" is a better fit.
Bottles and bedtime stories. Two hands are plenty.
If KIRA is going to have a high chair, then Max needs one, too. Luckily (in this case) our basement looks like Babies R Us (or more realistically, a really unorganized Goodwill) and a spare was quickly located.
Kira's first time in the high chair brightened up the kitchen this morning
Max insisted on wearing his snow suit to school today. "I need to wear the neck one like Avery!" he said because the suit is like coveralls. It was awfully cold out and this is a drastic change from his request/demand to wear shorts, so his desire was happily obliged.
