I've officially started working on Ezra's birth story. So that's...coming up. And all. Just FYI.
So, fine, technically all I've done so far is write "Ezra's Birth Story" in the title box and saved it as a draft. What? I didn't say it was coming up in like, the next five minutes or anything.
In the meantime, HERE! HERE ARE SOME PHOTOS! BECAUSE I NEVER JUST FUCKING POST ENOUGH PHOTOS!
The Storch is strong with this one. I'm not entirely sure my genes were even in the room this time. Family members agree that he looks a lot like his Great-Great-Uncle Morty. Who looked exactly like what you would imagine a Great-Great-Uncle Morty looked like.
When I was a little girl, I used to pretend that I was a mommy to identical quintuplet girls. Their names were Priscilla, Penelope, Tiffany, Princessia and Rosepetal. I'm thinking that real life turned out much better.
Noah's also been much better. When he acts up (and it's nothing major, like hitting or running out in the street or drag racing down at the old culvert for pinks), we ignore him. Turn our backs, leave the room, refuse to acknowledge the Fit of Brat. When he does anything vaguely nice or lovely, we make a huge deal out of it. Turns out that it's totally our attention that he wants! And he'll do whatever seems to get our attention! Good or bad! This is parenting rocket science here, folks. Don't be intimidated by my advanced discoveries or anything.
He's really, really enchanted by Baby Brother.
(I have about 5764635258 photos like this, by the way. And I will most likely force you to look at most of them.)
Occasionally I make it into the photos too. This is also a pretty common pose, minus the bed ever being made.