a meager effort

It seems like it's always excuses over here, but really, we've been experiencing some technical difficulties. First the computer, and then the camera (or was it the card or the cord? We still don't know). Our technical issues are still unresolved, but I was able to pull up a few pictures. Maybe the technical issues wouldn't have slowed others down, but ours have been compounded by delicious happiness. These days are very sweet, and I do mean to share them, but I am kept very busy being the slave of a two month old. Alistair started smiling intentionally three weeks ago and I am helpless before his powers. I've learned that if I do everything his way, he rewards me with the gummiest, most brilliant smile. You would be mush, too... you would.

I am embarrassed that these are the best pictures that I have to offer... poor third child won't have every moment of his first year in photos like the first, and to a lesser degree, the second, but those are the knocks, I guess, for a third. Being put in a laundry basket so mom can get some grub on the table is another knock. But sweet Alistair, while I might forget to take pictures and maybe also to bathe you regularly, I promise to read every one of the books I've read to number one and two, just like you were the first... I won't scrimp there, sweet one. And you'll get way more hugs and kisses then the others because you have the four of us devoted to loving you. Throw in a good amount of hand-me-downs, some walks in the woods, and whatever cookie is my new favorite to make each month and I think you are getting a good deal on childhood. Your papa and I are devoted to your childhood, little one... it is our great privilege.