"Make those miracles happen - by John Keyworth"

RK & Pablo were at the Bronco/Steelers game this weekend (Monday night) They obviously had a good time and treated themselves to some new jerseys. It was a joint father's day gift from Pablo's wife (B-dawg) and myself. They are great fathers and husbands and totally deserve it!



RKZ is home and giving Thunder his bath - love him! I realized that I never describe Thunder, not on the blog, anyway. Thunder is all will - his own. He is a moving, bossy machine. Thunder has perfected the art of the "angry scream." I know that he learned it from his older brother, but T makes it all his own with a little gutteral finish that made me think he was possessed the other day :) I don't think that I will ever worry about T taking care of himself - that boy can already completely feed and drink on his own (as I stand here waiting for sloooow Buster to finish his dinner). T won't wait for anything or anybody. He dislikes: getting dressed, his car seat, being cuddled or kissed too much and all loud noises. The exception to this, of course, is his older brother - the singularly loudest person I know (next to my father and youngest brother). Buster's volume is just set about 10 decibels above everyone else. Thunder thinks that this is hilarious. Just when I'm ready to yell at Buster for antagonizing T, the two of them bust out laughing. It's totally infuriating...but cute in that "brother movie" kind of way.

Thunder is almost a year. I can't believe it. He is "talking" and "cruising" and ready to start running around with Buster any minute. He is all charm and sass and it's so fun to have one brother so unlike the other. My own stable of boys.