Twins????

This is Baby Baker and me.  Papa says we don't have to take pictures of Baby Baker because we have plenty of me when I was a baby and Baby Baker looks just like me.  

Momma says Baby Baker is a good baby and only cries when he needs a diaper change or is hungry.  BB eats a lot and has hundreds of dirty diapers.

Papa says it's time for me to use the big boys potty but I don't want to. Mimi says there is no hurry.  I like Mimi.

Baby brother....

From Papa: William Baker Wallace, 8 pounds 13 oz. and 22" long.  Born Medical University of South Carolina at 1:53 today.  Mother and baby doing fine.

Since the little guy was about a week late they induced labor.  When one of the nurses looked under the sheet and said it was time to get to work I ran like hell for the waiting room.  Forty five minutes later I was invited back for a visit and by then Bobo was washed up, dressed up, open eyed and plugged in for his first meal.  The kid can eat. This picture was taken when he was less than one hour old and right after the toes and fingers count--10 each.  Tomorrow he gets the old cut pee pee trick and comes on home and meets his older brother.  We're all excited and thankful for a health baby. 

Funny Bunny

From Papa:  Jack likes to call himself Jojo these days and calls his mom Lulu etc.  His sense of humor really blossomed the last couple months.  He makes us laugh.  The other day we were stopped at a red light and he spotted a front end loader and said "Front end loader?" I agreed with him.  After studying it another minute he  said "Big front end loader!" 

Baker will be here any minute.

New Baby

My little baby brother  is living in Mama's tummy.   Papa says he maybe bigger than me.  Mama says Papa is not funny.  Baby brother is coming in a few weeks.

Sometimes I can't wait to see my baby brother but other times I wish he would just stay in Mama.  One thing for sure...I will not share by blanket, baby bear or trucks. Mama says baby brother Baker has his own blanket. Papa says I'm going to have to learn to play second fiddle.  When do I get my first fiddle?  I can count to ten or maybe 12, do I get 10 fiddles? 

I've been very healthy this winter.  Mimi says this is because I such a strong boy and I eat right.  I like raisins and most fruits.  Why don't we have more cookies around this place? 

Mama reads to me every night.   I  know front end loader, cement truck, garbage truck, car hauler, track loader, farm tractor and all the other trucks in my truck book.  I know  most shapes like triangle and square and also know  animals and their sounds.  I know most of my colors if I think about them.  One day I put Mimi in time out and I let Papa know when it is time to walk the dogs.  Lulu and I are becoming good friends, I pet Scooter when he and I set in Papa's lap.  I don't cry when my hair is washed and love to play with my squirt toys in the tub.  Sometimes I tell Papa I want to take my nap or go nite nite.  School is fun and I put my hands  in my pocket if it's cold.  I'm starting to know my right from left, we practise this when I dress.  Now days I take off my own jacket and eat at my own table. Papa says  I might be a little piglet but I'm a cute little piglet.  

Papa gets in BIG trouble!

Papa took this piture just as I was waking up from my nap. 

Yesterday I got a haircut from Ms. Banana--Kantana.  I was a big boy and didn't cry and only moved my head 10 times.  Papa says Ms. Banana was determined to beat that cow lick in the front of my head even if she had to shave me.  Now I don't have a cow lick and Papa is in big trouble with Mama and Mimi.  Papa says everyone should relax because I'll have a great haircut in a few weeks.  

Watch out for the rats...

 I like to get up early in the morning then go back  nite nite with Mama.   She laughs at me when I come into her room with some of my stuff.  I need my sippy cup, baby duck, fire truck, baby fire truck and blanket. There is more stuff I need,  but can't carry it all.

Mimi says I have a rats nest in my hair.  Why would a rat be in my hair? I don't think I like rats.  Papa days I need a hair cut.

From Mama: “Mama, I pind it! I pind it!”  [Translation:  I found it.  I found it.  It being the “baby duck”—the little rubber duck we’d searched the house for.]

 

“Where did you find it?”

 

“I pind it al la la la chair.”  [I found it in the chair.]

 

When Jack doesn’t know a verb, he substitutes the phrase “a la la la.”

From Papa...Life of Riley..

Everyone should be a 2-year-old for a day.  Life is simple for these guys. Take math, for example, you only have 2 numbers to worry about--one and two. One equals one and two equals everything else. Want to be cute? Just repeat something stupid an adult said and smile.  Want the moon? Just bat those baby blues and say pleeese.  Don't know what you want? Just say some words they don't understand, and they will start offering you stuff till you see something you do want.  Tired of riding your trike?  Just get off and somehow it'll get back home. Need a nap?  Any place any time, master. Want to stay out of trouble?  Do whatever you want, and if they get mad, just put on that siht-eating-grin and keep it there till it cracks them up.