A is for Apple. B is for Bruce.

My little 15 month old, Bruce, is a funny, happy little boy who generally thinks everything his big brother does is wonderful and should be copied immediately. Although the day has yet to come when they can get along for more than 5 minutes together, they are generally pretty sweet to each other. I was listening to Clark chatting in his room over the baby monitor the other day and he said, "Brucie is my best friend. Brucie is my best friend. Brucie is my best friend I never sawed." He got it mostly right, but completely cute.


I think Bruce is a pretty good talker for his age, which is cute in that teeny baby voice of his. He will probably be just as much of a talker as Clark (heaven help me). This recent video is when Brucie (my climber) scavenged a browning apple off of the table and was pretty pleased with himself. He was telling us all about it. My little Brucie. He won't be little for long because he's in such a hurry to be a "big boy" like his brother.

The Balancing Act is Over

So, when Caleb and I got married we got a table and set of chairs from his neighbor. The table has been sturdy, but the chairs were in various states of repair. I remember being 8 or 9 months pregnant and being honored at sitting in the only truly stable chair in the set, while Caleb was perched precariously on the next-sturdiest. Warnings have been stated to visitors in our different apartments including (but not limited to), "Wait! Not that one!!" We have finally fixed them all so that no one will need to worry about sitting down while visiting our house. In addition to the "sturdying" efforts we also reupholstered all the chairs with some fabric from my mom (Thanks Mom!). I am very pleased with the results and Caleb and I have been wondering what in the world took us so long...

Before & After

At Midnight: "Wow, I can't believe this is taking so long."

Close-up

Here we go!

Well, I've been saying I was going to start a blog for some time now, but to no avail. The whole blog set-up seems very looming to me and I have to wonder if it ever ends... Here's to hoping that I have something to write about that is worth reading too. This will just end up being a way to ramble about my days and, hopefully, stay in contact with friends and family. I have no delusions of glory. If I can get a few laughs too, then I'll truly be a success. Not much to look at now, but hopefully soon.