Nealy is 1 month old!

Many of you remember that when Jacks was little, we would take his picture for each month of his young life to document his growth. He wore custom made onesies each month, and he posed next to his favorite sock monkey, Bruno. Well, we will be carrying on the tradition with Nealy. At first I was going to give Bruno a wardrobe change to make him a little more femme, but come on, then he just wouldn't be who he is - Bruno! Plus, his shirt is sewed on, and I didn't feel like taking the seam ripper to him (yes, I'm lazy). For those of you who are used to the monthly email, I'm sorry to report that I won't be sending it out now that we've got the blog. So, check in with us a little more often. And to all you blog stalkers out there, leave me a comment every now and then! It makes us feel good about ourselves when you say nice things!


And for a little comparison, here is Jacks at his first month picture.

Easter Sunday

Our Easter Sunday started out like this....

Yeah, not too pretty. I had this brilliant idea to go over to our friends, the Cannon's, house to take each other's family pictures for Easter Sunday. We thought we could get everyone organized in the morning before they lost steam midday. Jacks had other plans. He proceeded to completely lose it, deciding that he needed to have a series of high holy hissy fits instead of smiling for a sum total of 30 seconds. As a result, none of us (Dyers) could quite get it together.

Here is Jacks having a break down in the azaleas.
Heather has 4 kids. One is still an infant, so he still not in the thick of it, but of the other three, none of them were as ill behaved as Jacks. Not even close. Here I am having words with Jacks in hopes that he can get it together. Yes, that is my slip hanging out of the back of my skirt.

Jacks was so bad, that even young Holt decided to take matters into his own hands, literally. He took Jacks by the hand and led him in the right direction, as if to say, "Be cool, man. Come on, just be cool."


Things did not improve when we got home. We have little photographic evidence of that period of time.....

In the late afternoon, after nap didn't happen, we decided to go visit Pinetucket to see our cousins Dickson and Mary Leda. On our way over there, we talked to Jacks about who we were visiting, and Jacks has been over there before. But, when we arrived and we told Jacks to say hello to Dickson, he took one look at him and said quietly and kind of awe-struck, "Santa."This was the only time during all of Easter Sunday that Jacks decided to be a good boy. Do all children inherently know to behave for fear that Santa will pass them by at Christmastime? Although Jacks was well behaved and sweet, he also decided it was okay to have a little fun with "Santa."
Here he is tagging Dickson in the butt and running away laughing.



The day might not have gone as planned, but it was certainly memorable....

Caught napping

Little Miss Priss

Joe was busy wrestling with Jacks after a little behavior incident, and I was holding Nealy who was working on her diaper. I decided changing an infants diaper was certainly a more preferable activity to dealing with Jacks, so I traded babies with Joe. Jacks and I curled up in my big chair to discuss the importance of listening to Mommy and Daddy, and Joe had some photography fun with the little one. I'm glad we traded.

Be sure and hold her head up, Jacks!

Holding her head up all of a sudden seems more threatening than helpful, doesn't it?

Sticker Babies

Jacks and Nealy both got stickers in their Easter baskets. Of course, Jacks is the only one who can play with his stickers right now, and he has been burning through those stickers like nobody's business. At one point on Sunday, he wanted to have the entire cast of Sesame Street on his back as you can see here:

Then, today, upon discovering that most of his own stickers have been used, he broke into Sister's Easter basket. He demanded that I open her package of Hello Kitty stickers. I pulled out one sheet to save for Nealy, then let him have the rest. Like a good big brother, he still let his baby sister enjoy them, as you can see here (in black and white for increased drama):

Queenie and her grandbabies

My mom left on Friday of last week, and we already miss her terribly. It was so nice having her here. After being here a week, we got used to having her around. We feel lost without her!! Come back soon, Queenie. Jacks is wondering where you are.