Sam currently has 6 months and about 15 pounds on Jackson, so it's crazy to think that they will be in the same grade when they hit the books in 5 years (or at least start eating glue together under non-parent supervision).
Sam was generally not that interested in Jax until we put him in her lap. At that point, Julie had to be close by to block Sam's potential (and patented) tomahawk chop.
Jax (stud that he is), got in a little chest time with each of the ladies. And -- although we don't have a photo of it, Pickel did hold the little guy for at least 2 minutes.
Lauren & Pickel:
Julie:
Pilar:
I continue to avoid Brooke's request to get a Mommy Camera with telephoto lens and many other options that neither Brooke or I would know how to use without a course at the local community college.
Pilar, however, carries her camera like Peter Parker. The ladies (and Wyatt) did an "amateur" shoot for about 25 minutes (we'll post the great photos later). It's probably good that we got Jax some practice time in front of the big lights, as he didn't seem to love it. Although, he did keep from peeing (or worse) all over the women, dog, floor or wall... so we'll chalk this one up as a success.
And then, just because it's so darn cute, I thought I'd throw in one more photo of X-Man sleeping in his X-Wing fighter position. If we don't get this guy a pacifier soon, he might just spite us and start sucking his toes.
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