Sweetest Chubby Cheeks

Weighing in at 14 and a half pounds at 2 months old.

No doubt he's loved.

I get asked quite frequently... how are the older boys adjusting to the new baby? And I can honestly report that they are still thrilled to pieces with him. Each morning, they greet him with a majorally enthusiastic, "Baby Quinn!", and practically smother him with attention. (I'll admit, I can't leave him unsupervised with them for long, being afraid of just how they will try to 'comfort' him, or 'play with' him.)
I have not even yet seen one glimpse of animosity or resentment, even when they have to wait to have their needs met because of his.

Thought these pictures communicated well their love for him. I often find Quinn surrounded with somebody's "lovey", which they don't share with just anyone.

My Knight in Shining Armor

We celebrated Aidan's birthday with a party last Saturday; a much anticipated knight- themed party. He had a blast, of course, as did his brothers.





















































Sir Hugs-a-Lot




















Ethan, Aidan, Caleb, and Kellan





















Kellan, after he rescued the princess during a jousting/horse riding relay.






















The Dragon Cake



















Our big 4-year-old.

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Happy 4th Birthday Aidan!

We love you!

more Quinn

Couldn't wait. Had to share these pics of our cutie.

Teaser

I know a post about Quinn is long overdue... but even finding a few spare minutes lately seems next to impossible. So here is, at least, a preview of some pictures.

God working in the heart of a little boy.

We recently celebrated Martin Luther King Jr. Day, and like all good little kindergarten classrooms, the boys and girls in Caleb's class learned a bit about the peace-making dreams of this great man. One project they did was to draw and write about their own 'dream'. While I was volunteering last week, I noticed these up on the bulletin board in the school hallway, and I stopped to ponder over Caleb's. I honestly couldn't quite figure out what it was. I just didn't get the picture, and couldn't quite decipher the words.

A few days ago he brought it home in his backpack, so I was able to ask him about it. He couldn't quite read his own writing or remember his exact words, but he expressed that his dream was for everyone to have a family. Then I realized what it said, "My dream... is that there would be no orphans." (or orfuns, as he thought it should be spelled) The picture is of a family coming to pick up a little child who is all alone.

Okay, so of course I started crying as I hugged and affirmed him. Wow.

We've talked a little with him about orphans, and our desire to adopt, but it is definitely God in him taking this more to the forefront of his heart.