Happy Father's Day

The boys.

About to enjoy a fried chicken dinner from a local restaurant. It was gooood. It was Paul's Father's Day gift from me. Fried chicken is so not on our routine meal plan, but Paul loves it. So I hope it was a treat for him. Kathryn had her first bite of fried chicken and second and third. She liked it. Ryan went more for the mashed taters and biscuits. Oh, and the water. It was in a "real" cup with a "real" straw and he seemed more excited about that than his food.

Trying to help with the photo taking

I swear this was not staged!

The pediatrician I worked for in Beverly Hill's wrote that book. It came out in April and I have slowly been trying to read it. It's been hijacked by Ryan however. It's HIS book now and he "reads" it. He also won't go to bed without it. It's a pretty good book actually. For any new parent who wants a basic, common sense approach to babies. He spells it out fairly clearly. I like it and I don't think I am being biased. I need to

e-mail him that photo.

Just being goofy