Introducing...

Five year old accurately assessed the other day that I have nicknames for everyone. They've taken a while to settle and he thinks his should be different than what I think it should be, but whatever, we'll let him win this round.

Here we are:

Welcome "Little D". I have no idea who he thinks called him this in his past life because he cannot tell me. He often introduces himself like this: "My first name is ____ and my last name is ____, but some people call me Little D." Since he's the biggest of the group, "Little" doesn't exactly roll off my tongue. But he answers to "D" just as well. D is 5 and chatty and all boy and a really awesome dude.

This is our Buddy. D, who has a very loving, compassionate side, calls him this when Buddy is upset. Buddy is two and getting less and less crabby. He loves nail polish and blocks and singing Elmo in the car and copying (good or bad) what the other two do. All. The. Time. Buddy has the best little crooked smile that is coming out more and more each day. (You can't see it on his feet though.)

And here's Peanut, our just turned two year old. Who clearly thinks she rules the roost (and her brother does nothing to help dispute this). Peanut likes to be carried and puts babies to bed on their tummies and covers them with washcloths and can sit and pat them for several minutes. She's a holy terror in the car and for about 30 minutes before bedtime, but is otherwise a sweet little addition to the house.

As an aside, three children thought it was the most hysterical thing ever to have their feet say "cheese" last night. So much that they were so wound up at bedtime that we had to read an extra story to calm down.

Happy Feet.