Dave and I got back from Tacoma about a week ago. And I’m just now getting back into the swing of things here. *sigh* I like it out there too much.

I couldn’t believe how big Isaac had gotten (he’s probably even taller now!). I really have no words for how cute he really is. He is FUNNY. And a little too smart. He figured out my iPhone in mere moments, and was calling people and deleting applications left and right. My favorite memories are of him riding his Winnie the Pooh scooter (and the music lighted whirly thing), yelling, “Jen! Jen? Jen? Jen!”  at the top of the stairs in the morning, and anything involving the words “I go!” “I hide!” or “Oh wow.”

Now. New nephew Aiden is something else entirely. Just the cutest, chunkinest baby you’ve ever seen. I loved that I came when he was 3 weeks old, and more or less picked up where Dave and I left off with Isaac as an infant two years ago. So we got to see growth, and smiles and all kinds of good things. Like this for example:

Seriously. This picture could solve world peace. How could you NOT smile looking at this chunky bebeh? I have to look away. It’s just too much.

Here’s a whole family picture:

The more Taylors in the world…the better. That’s what I always say.

Anyway. More to come later. I got some great shots with some fun stories behind them.

Knitting was a total bust. Long story…but a certain baby blanket had to come back home with me.

I need to blog more often to build up my strength…I am exhausted!

Until next time.

So Tracy called me a few weeks ago and said something along the lines of, “Hey there sister of mine, are you by your computer? If so, then there’s this really cute picture of Isaac that I sent you. I’ll wait while you open it.”

What was going on in my mind: Either this is the cutest picture in the whole world and it will induce an instant heart attack due to the dire cuteness, therefore this is an assassination attempt, or she’s pregnant.

(I think this way because getting a picture of Isaac used to be as easy as buying a ticket to Tacoma, driving to the airport, going through security, trying to sleep on a plane, hopping in a cab, showing up at Tracy and Elis’s door, and then asking them to please sit down while I try and pull out some teeth with my bare hands. Tracy doesn’t just call you up nonchalantly and tell you that she has taken it upon herself to personally send you a casual photo of your beloved nephew. People, it just doesn’t happen.)

So. On with the story.

She tells me they’re expecting again, and the new baby will be here sometime in February. Much smiling, freaking out, jumping around-ness ensues, shrieking to Dave that Tracy is pregnant again. You know the drill.

If it is possible to die from joy, then I should’ve been gone about the time that I saw Isaac for the first time. I can only imagine what it will be like to meet the new baby WITH Isaac in the same room. It could be a touch and go situation folks.

So anyway, I’m about to be an auntie again. And I hope this is the beginning of many many more nieces and nephews. Just not you Amanda. You stay right where you are missy.

More updates as they happen.

TONIGHT’S MENU:

Lemon and Herb Roasted Chicken (with pan gravy)

Roasted Baby Potatoes

Green salad

Bread and Butter

leftover Peach Cobbler

sweet tea or water