So my late Grandfather built this chair. I've had it since I was a little girl and I have shared it with my biological sister for her kids to use and now I've gotten it back for my "new older sister" to use with her kids also. It warms my heart, I still hope to have my own kids to use this chair and I hope my Grandfather knows that he is not forgotten. It means a lot for me to have my boy sit in the chair and I look forward to Buttercup using it also.

She won't be long now. In the past month she's started crawling, she's standing and trying to use the couch and anything at her height to start walking. The "Pushers" got her the wheels, it won't be long now.

The chapstick bandit strikes again. This more then likely explains why I always get sick when I'm around them. =^) He refers to the pepperminty goodness as "your lips." "Where are your lips?" "Can I have your lips?" It's silly, entirely too adoreable, and yes, I need to just get an extra one for him and keep it with me, the one I left him didn't last him long.

I should have posted these last weekend, but between finals and being very ill, it just did not get done. The babies and their adopted aunt and grandparents. In ways it's so very warming to me to have these "Babies" in my life, on another it makes me ache for the original babies, my biological nephew and niece. I hope they realize that they could never be replaced, but that doesn't mean their aunt doesn't have more love to give.

Proof that I get my sick sense of humor from her.

Buttercup blooming in the sun.

Labor Day 2008