Recently, mother left a message requesting that I make another post, because she didn't like looking at Ella's beat-up face every day. Sooooo, I've decided I'd see if she liked seeing Lear's beat-up face any better. He got the scrape from falling off his bike, and I think the scratch under his eye came from Ella, whose fingernails are her favorite weapon.
Quinn is now two months old. I'm not a photographer, so I can't post really cool pictures of her like some great people do, but here's a pic of her in her blessing outfit, anyway. She has grown four inches, and gained almost five pounds in the last two months. She is in the 88th percentile for her height, and 60th for her weight! Not bad, for a preemie that the doctors wouldn't let me take home because she wasn't gaining enough weight (among other things, of course.)
And finally, my three terrorists (I mean beautiful, wonderful children) all enjoying each other's company.
Lear quote: "Ella thinks she can tell me what to do! She CAN'T! Only Mommy and Daddy can!"
Ella quote: "Quinn is learning how to use her hands. She says, 'Wow, that's mine! What can I do with it now?' and stuff."
