Who's Who?

As I've been staring at Autumn for the past couple of days I've become more and more convinced that she looks like Ebby. I mean REALLY looks like Ebby did as an infant. So this morning I looked up some of Ebby's old pictures. Can you tell who's who?

Quick Pics

A Middle of the Night Surprise!

Twas the night of the 17th; all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung on the wall with great care,
In hopes that our Grannie so soon would be there.

Our dear sweet Ebby sleeping snug in his bed,
While visions of computers danced in his head.
And Daddy with blanket and pillow under cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter's nap.

When from Mommy's tummy arose such a clatter,
She sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the bathroom she flew like a flash,
Tore for the toilet and threw up in the trash.

The lights, they flew by, as they raced down the street,
To the hospital racing, the labor to treat.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a doc with a needle to stick near her rear.

With such a commotion and such painful fits,
They knew in a moment that this must be it.

"Now push, Joy! Now, harder! Now please push one more time!
Push now, Joy, once more Joy, you're doin' just fine!"
Yell it out from the porch! Shout from atop the wall!
That Autumn's here! Finally here! Go and tell all!

Her eyes-how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her lips like a cherry!
Her tiny, newborn brows drawn down in a frown,
With curly dark brown hair adorning her crown.

She spoke not a word, and cried only a little,
Then settled right down without any spittle.
And dear Mommy declared 'ere she turned out the light,
"Merry Christmas my baby, we love you. Good-night!"

If there's one thing I've learned from Ebby it's that you can never tell what he's going to do next. Lately he's been insisting on sitting next to Daddy (not on his lap, not on my lap and always in his own chair) while Andrew's on the computer. I've noticed that it doesn't matter what Andrew's up to on the computer. Reading a blog, gaming, checking or answering emails, it doesn't matter. Often he just sits half watching Andrew and half playing with whatever toy he happens to have at the moment.
On this particular occasion Ebby also insisted that I look at him while he just posed smile after smile. So cute.
(By the way, I can never quite tell what Andrew's going to do either.)

Where did that laugh come from, Ebby?

Andrew and I had some friends over for a little D&D (Dungeon's and Dragon's) yesterday. It was one of the rare times Andrew wasn't the Dungeon Master, our friend Grant was. The funny thing is that Ebby kept 'stealing' Grant's chair. Ebby loved playing with the monster sheets and Andrew's dice tower (thanks Grandpa!). I guess we have a future Dungeon Master on our hands. (Andrew couldn't be happier.)