Montana comes to visit.

I finally got my hands on Baby Maya. And Baby Maya got hers on Baby Van.

Alice did not get to see Alby this trip, and I think she's still a little miffed.

I love summer, except when the corn in the cob get stuck in your teeth.

Also, summer naps rule.

Kevin thinks I should cut out the middle man, and just call this "Fat Baby".

But God forgive us, we can't stop laughing at this picture. He really wants to smile, but the weight of those cheeks just hold the corners of his mouth down. But there is joy in his eyes. I see it.

Blurry proof that sometimes he's happy.

No mirror needed.

Van [He's the one with the car on his shirt. I know. I get confused sometimes too.] went for his 2 month well baby appointment. He's on target to outgrow his sister sometime next Tuesday. Probably around lunchtime.

White rice and cupcakes are not food groups.

Edemame. Fresh cherries. Milk. A sourdough roll.

I would be so proud of this if she'd eaten anything besides the roll. Some days I think it's a miracle she poops at all.

Van's youtube debut.

I was feeling all guilty about how Scarlett was the most photographed baby in the history of all babies, and how Van barely gets snapped [although in my defense, as the primary family photographer I've had to explain on numerous occasions that you will not have your picture taken much when you refuse to be put down] but I did finally get a little video of my son.

Out of curiousity, I went and looked to see when Scarlett made her youtube debut, and as it turns out, Van beat her by a cool 3 months.

So suck it, birth order. I rule.