Evie's first two weeks

Sweet baby girl is two weeks old today. We've been getting a bit of grief over not posting enough pictures of our little darling, so here are some snapshots of Evelyn's first two weeks. They're almost all from my really awesome point and shoot camera. We'll get more quality pictures once Jake's schedule slows down a bit.

Henry loves sis so much that he must kiss her forehead, lips, both eyes and mouth before going to bed. She is not always a fan of this affection.

Two days old.

Such a rough life.

The wee little peanut and the giant big brother.

So lovable.

Equally lovable.

If it's not 3 am, this is what I am doing.

I have hair, it's true.

Blessed.

Had this fella wrapped around her finger immediatly.

King of the playground. He can terrifyingly climb anything.

First bath was a success!

My Henry

*I wrote this the night before Evie was born- not knowing that she was coming the next afternoon- and never got around to publishing it.*

While this blog has mainly been on one subject for the last two and half years-the big H man- he will soon (hopefully sooner rather than later) be forced to share the spotlight with what appears to be a very long and perhaps hefty companion. Before the blog is overrun with pictures of our bald beauty (do you think there is any hope that she will have hair before two?) I thought it was only appropriate to give a little update on my very favorite little boy.

Thomas the Train continues to rule his life. Oh how this boy loves trains. He can tell you almost all of the engines names, even ones that I don't know. He wakes up in the morning and cannot wait to go downstairs to play trains. He currently loves to make the engines fall off the tracks and into the mud. His trains accompany him everywhere. He is not the only train lover in the family. If an engine goes missing Jake will fret and practically tear the house apart until he finds that poor, lost engine.

Playing trains in the snow is his very favorite. He was definitely the only family member who was sad when the last snow finally melted.

He loves to jump. He will jump off anything and everything, but almost always ask, "I jump?" before leaping off.

He knows how to open the child lock on the fridge and throughout the day will open the refrigerator and say, "I'm looking for something." He also says the same thing when we go to the store. Up and down the aisles we go while he "looks for something." One time it was a plunger he was on the hunt for. He was not pleased when we left the store without it.

He loves to sing. He especially loves to sing with Daddy.

He loves, loves, loves friends. He does not love to share his engines with friends. If you are lucky you will get the extra Thomas engine we have. It's slightly broken. If you do get an engine, don't go thinking you have free reign to do what you please. Henry will tell you when and where on the track to put that engine and you best do what he says.

He finally kicked the bottle habit and for some reason calls the milk we put in his cup, "hot chocolate milk." He's never had chocolate milk so I'm not sure where he came up with this idea.

One last cheers before the bottles were outta here!

He sleeps in his big boy bed like a pro. He can be a bit of a mischievous child, so we thought we would really have our work cut out for us, but not at all. We've only had to put him back in bed two times in the week he has been out of the baby cage.

He is also a poop artist, and it is terrifying and disgusting and hopefully one day I will find it funny.

We certainly love you, big boy and are excited (or maybe a bit anxious) to see how your respond to Miss E.

Evelyn Janell

Evelyn Janell Denbrook

6 lbs 15 ounces

20 inches

4.25.14

Perfect in every way.

I've done a lot of dumb things.

I'd say in the last 31 years, I have made a lot of dumb decisions. Starting my master's program a week after we got pregnant, dumb. Potty training my 28 month old while in my last month of pregnancy, even dumber. Now to be honest, I was kind of bullied into potty training. I wasn't planning on attempting this feat until late this summer, or maybe not even until someone created a pill that you give your child that magically transforms them into a toilet only user. But unfortunately the two year old that runs a lot of my life had other plans and that included never keeping his diaper on.

So yes, these days you will find me and my just about 37 week belly on the floor scrubbing out poop. The pee? Oh we've got that down. The other, oh not so much at all. Henry has decided that he will ever so helpfully start to clean up his mess once he goes on the floor and I won't go into detail but I'm sure you can imagine how delightful it is to enter a room that reeks like #2 and then see the pile of wipes your son has used to attempt to clean up. Sure it's cute that he wants to be helpful, but I"m not sure how far that will go with our landlords when they see the poo stains all over the basement carpet. If only he would learn to blot instead of scrub.

Enough about poo, look how much fun this kid had today.

Look at that blue sky! It was a balmy 54 at the park today with wind strong enough to just about blow Henry right off the slides. Ah, yes, Spring is here. For now.

A common theme...

Spiked hair? Check. Beer in hand? Check? Only six more weeks til I get to order one of these beauties (I'm talking about the beer, not the man).

Until then I will continue to order double the ice cream.

Wearing sis' headband is just too fun.

33 and 33

Thirty three weeks pregnant with Mr. Henry

Thirty three weeks pregnant with Miss Evelyn.

Our weak attempt at getting a picture of Henry kissing my belly. Neither the wind nor the two year old were very into our photo shoot. It is, however, always nice to document a double chin.

And this is the face of a child who a minute into my shower came in with a bottle of super glue...without the cap on and then not two minutes later came in without pajamas or a diaper on and announced that he had gone "poo poo" before running back out again. Nothing ruins a shower quite like knowing that somewhere in your house is poop and that your child is running around un-wiped and quite possibly climbing on your kitchen table. :)

Mr. Personality

A quarter of the way into the year of the two's and no complaints yet. While our boy does exhibit caveman like behavior from time to time, I don't think it can necessarily be attributed to his age. He is a Denbrook after all.

And now for some high quality cell phone video:

Most of our car rides are like this:

And obviously we have an athlete on our hands. Look at that amazing form.