George and Peter

Mmm, Mmm, Mmm.  Oh, he is yummy.

After a rough start, he really had a much better week as it went on.  I think he didn't react very well to his immunizations last week and had fevers for several days.

I think he is looking a lot like Faith as a baby. 

George just loves to kiss and touch Peter.  I think Peter will have quite the immune system when George is done with him.

I apologize if any of my dear readers are offended by my next comment.  But I had to get a picture of this.  I call this "boob drunk".  It is the relaxed state and facial expression of a nursing baby when they've just eaten.  I love it.

Sorry.  Now for something a little more G-rated.  George drew a scorpion and was so proud of himself.  Then he drew wonderful stick figures with huge eyes, spikes for hair and no necks of all his friends and family.  But mostly, I love this picture because he's looking at the camera.  He has a hard time looking directly at the camera for most pictures.

In another one of my crazy mom ideas, I decided to take the gang, minus Clark, to the Stake 5K fun run this morning.  Bethany ran it.  Elinor scootered it.  Faith and Cannon took turns running and scootering.  I walked.  Peter slept in his stroller.  And George rode that tricycle the WHOLE way! 

At about 1/3 of the way through he was getting tired and I thought, "Uh-oh.  I've make an error in parenting judgement."  I wondered if he would be able to make it to the end without finding some sort of short cut, but he did!  And with relatively little complaining.  We were the last to make it in, but we made it.

In the interest of truth in reporting, I must tell you that this picture was posed after the fact.  Even so, it was quiet an accomplishment for both of them and I felt it should be documented.  I was a proud mommy.

Sweetie Pete-y
Sweetie Petie
Sweetie Petee
Oh bother, I don't know how to spell it.
Sweet Pete.  There, that works.