In an attempt to find new and fun ways to torture my children I busted out the big camera to take some photos of them.
They just LOVE when I do that.
I took them to the doctor yesterday and he confirmed what I already knew- they are both baby giraffes.
Both are in the 97% for height. Gracie is 74% for weight and the little man is, well, he’s healthy. Thank goodness for these healthy babies in my life. As crazy as I sometimes get, I never take a good check up for granted.
I am always amazed at the way my kids play with each other. Poor Saint is subjected to daily games of “I’m a princess and you’re my price.” He’s been banished from the kingdom for some terrible offenses- hair pulling, hitting, biting, kisses, hugs, aggressive throwing of Sofia The First dolls and the list goes on. He’s possibly the WORST prince that ever existed- but he loves the fancy accessories.
Poor guy. He’s honestly the happiest baby on the block. He’s so good natured in fact that when he’s banished, he’ll go to his room (in full prince costume) and play with his trains. It’s not easy being the little brother of such a powerful big sister. It’s just not easy…
