Little Ezzy has so many smiles to share.
He really is such a happy baby.
I think my heart melts a little bit each time he smiles.

Plus, he's just so goofy!
I love his silly faces and dinosaur noises/squeals.

Eating cereal (in a bowl, with milk) for the first time.
She had to use her hands to get it on her spoon, ha ha!

NOM!

I have another Max-pretending-to-be-awake story for y'all.
A few nights ago, I woke up to the sound of L whining/fussing through the baby monitor.
It was probably 2:00am and we had been asleep for a few hours after a really long day.
I nudged Max and asked him to go check on her and find her pacifier for her.
He stumbles out of bed, throws his glasses on and trudges into their room.
I heard him through the baby monitor, rustling around in their room.
He comes trudging back into our room and I can STILL hear L fussing.
So I ask him:

K: Why is she still crying?  Does she have her pacifier?
M: I couldn't find the serial number!
K: What?!  Did you give her the pacifier?
M: I don't know anything about pacifiers; I couldn't find the serial number!
K: Serial numbers?!  I asked you to get her pacifier!
M: No! Serial numbers. I couldn't find it. No pacifier.

And he passes back out in bed.
 Serial numbers?!
Of course, L is still fussing.
I drag myself out of bed, go into their room, where the pacifier is laying on the floor by her crib.
What the heck?!
What in the world did Max do in there for those few minutes?!

I drag myself back to bed, where I find Max asleep with his glasses still on.
I punch him and tell him to take his glasses off.
He pulls them off and cradles them to his body!
What?!
All I can think is that they are going to be smushed!
I grab them, throw them on the side table and fall directly back to sleep.

For real though!
Serial numbers?!
I think that man has been doing way too much work inventory...