We walked over to Amanda's school yesterday afternoon to watch her Kindergarten class perform a Thanksgiving Program.
The kids all stood on risers in the cafeteria and the audience members sat at the lunch tables. The children, wearing turkey hats made out of construction paper and painted macaroni necklaces, sang four songs. In between each song, they each held up their "I'm Thankful" poster and spoke into the microphone, telling us what their poster said.
After the short performance, the kids joined their families and had a feast of Friendship Salad (fruit salad), homemade cornbread, homemade butter that the class made last week and apple juice. The teachers made their way around the room, greeting each family, and took a photo for the Memory Book at the end of the year.
If you would like to see the program, here is the link to an edited montage I created. (5 1/2 minutes long)
Note: If you tried to view this earlier and were unable, try it again. I just changed the privacy setting so it should work.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPwSlLgs2YE
My Happy Family
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
A new and improved piano
On Friday night after we put the kids to bed, Dave decided to give me an early Christmas gift. I protested, but he insisted, saying that he may need the extra time to "finish" it.
He opened a small box, completely filled with thin white strips each housed in its own plastic sleeve. It took a moment before I realized they were new key tops for my piano!
When I bought the piano, the keys had ivory key tops that were becoming yellowed. After a while, one of the key tops popped off while I was playing. We put it aside for safe keeping, planning to glue it back on at some point and of course, we somehow lost it in the process. The culprit key was smack dab in the middle of the keyboard, the highest traffic area. Because of the missing key top, the key was rough and a different texture and color than the rest of the keys.
When Dave initially suggested replacing all of the key tops, I was skeptical. I knew that it would require more than just a tube of super glue. Was he capable? This is a man who has never taken a course in piano building, tuning or repair. What's more is that he doesn't even play the piano.
I mean, that would be like me, who has no knowledge of the guitar, offering to restring his prized Les Paul. Or at least, that's how I saw it.
I remembered back to when he volunteered to tune the piano, going to the lengths of buying his own tuning kit. At first I pleaded with him, saying that tuning a piano is more involved than tuning a guitar. In the end, I finally agreed to let him try tuning it.
I should have trusted him. He did a fine job and even managed to fix some of the other small but pesky nuisances that I had learned to live with. So maybe I should cut him slack, I thought.
But gutting a piano and replacing the keys? That would be a be pretty labor intensive project. In fact, it had the potential to become an ordeal.
I pictured my piano dismantled for weeks, parts here and there, out of commission and unusable for lessons. I eventually managed to calm my worries by reminding myself that I had the week off from teaching, so there should be ample time to finish before my students returned. And besides, a certified piano technician lives in our neighborhood. I could always call him in an emergency.
However, when I walked into the barn at the break of dawn on Saturday morning and found my piano partially disassembled, my initial worries resurfaced. My heart seriously began to palpitate. It was reminiscent of the first time I saw one of our car engines taken apart, pieces strewn about on the lawn in some sort of order that was only known to Dave.
I suggested taking pictures in case he couldn't remember how to put it back together again, just as he had done during those past car repairs. He assured me that it was a "piece of cake."
Mere moments later when he kind of chuckled and said,"Hmmm, this is going to be more involved than I thought", my anxiety rose another notch. I constantly had to remind myself to breathe. I reminded Dave that this is something people go to COLLEGE for, and that it wasn't too late to call in the professional. He assured me it would be fine.
I knew it was pointless to fight it. After all, he had demonstrated competency in so many other projects over the years and his track record was good if not great. More importantly, I could tell this would be a major victory for him if he could pull it off.
After removing a few screws, he slowly slid the entire keyboard out of the piano.
And there it was. Bare naked, defenseless and completely gutted. Piano keys laying helplessly on the floor.
It was as if he had just performed open heart surgery on my poor piano.
The first task at hand was to vacuum out the inside of the piano.
There was a collection of dust bunnies. A dead moth. The missing laminated puzzle piece that had fallen into a crack months earlier during a piano lesson. And, oh gosh, please tell that is not mouse poop. I wondered aloud if the piano had ever been this thoroughly cleaned before we became its owners.
Once done, I perked up a bit at the thought of a newly cleaned piano.
And then the real work started. One by one, Dave meticulously removed the old ivory key tops. I purposely kept myself busy throughout the day, peeking in occasionally to check on his progress. There were clamps. Screws. Glue. A hair dryer. A rag. A file. And a very loud ShopVac.
Reassured by his trusty internet instructions and diagrams, I started to relax. He actually seemed to know what he was doing. He was not frustrated in the least. I might even go as far as saying he was enjoying this little challenge!
And then he said,"I think I'll go ahead and spray paint the black keys while I'm at it."
Deep inhale... slow exhale.
"Spray paint!?!" I said. Stinky, gummy spray paint on my keys!? I think I may have shook my head, figuratively throwing my hands up to surrender at this point.
Twelve hours later, he finally called it a day.
This morning as the kids and I got ready in the house, Dave came in and told me that he had a surprise for me. Eva's excited response was,"Daddy, you smell like BACON!"
As I entered the barn, the table was set and plates of blueberry pancakes and bacon were waiting for us. The kitchen area was spotless. In the next room, all of the toys were picked up and things were neat and orderly. I thought I was dreaming!
Much like the day before, my heart began to palpitate... but in a completely different way. A clean home truly makes me swoon.
As I gushed over this wonderful surprise, Dave interrupted by saying,"Did you see the piano?"
I looked over my shoulder, almost in slow motion, and found a completely intact, perfectly put back together piano!
And the keys... ohhh, the keys! They were smooth, polished and shiny. Swirly pearly whites and sharp glossy blacks, all lined up and waiting to be played.
After a quick chromatic scale up the keyboard, I was both relieved and astounded that the piano looked and sounded better than ever!
He explained that he got up at 1:30 am and finished the project while the rest of us slept. The cherry on top was that he fixed the una corda pedal, aka soft pedal, which had never quite worked right. That was a nice little bonus.
I am in complete and utter shock over Dave's newest accomplishment. He truly amazes me with all of his secret talents. He can fix cars. He can cook. He can do construction, even the extras like plumbing and electrical work. He's a loving father. He's a fine musician. And he's a competitive Scrabble player.
Now in addition to everything else, he can add "Piano Technician" to his list of credentials.
I am in love.
He opened a small box, completely filled with thin white strips each housed in its own plastic sleeve. It took a moment before I realized they were new key tops for my piano!
When I bought the piano, the keys had ivory key tops that were becoming yellowed. After a while, one of the key tops popped off while I was playing. We put it aside for safe keeping, planning to glue it back on at some point and of course, we somehow lost it in the process. The culprit key was smack dab in the middle of the keyboard, the highest traffic area. Because of the missing key top, the key was rough and a different texture and color than the rest of the keys.
When Dave initially suggested replacing all of the key tops, I was skeptical. I knew that it would require more than just a tube of super glue. Was he capable? This is a man who has never taken a course in piano building, tuning or repair. What's more is that he doesn't even play the piano.
I mean, that would be like me, who has no knowledge of the guitar, offering to restring his prized Les Paul. Or at least, that's how I saw it.
I remembered back to when he volunteered to tune the piano, going to the lengths of buying his own tuning kit. At first I pleaded with him, saying that tuning a piano is more involved than tuning a guitar. In the end, I finally agreed to let him try tuning it.
I should have trusted him. He did a fine job and even managed to fix some of the other small but pesky nuisances that I had learned to live with. So maybe I should cut him slack, I thought.
But gutting a piano and replacing the keys? That would be a be pretty labor intensive project. In fact, it had the potential to become an ordeal.
I pictured my piano dismantled for weeks, parts here and there, out of commission and unusable for lessons. I eventually managed to calm my worries by reminding myself that I had the week off from teaching, so there should be ample time to finish before my students returned. And besides, a certified piano technician lives in our neighborhood. I could always call him in an emergency.
However, when I walked into the barn at the break of dawn on Saturday morning and found my piano partially disassembled, my initial worries resurfaced. My heart seriously began to palpitate. It was reminiscent of the first time I saw one of our car engines taken apart, pieces strewn about on the lawn in some sort of order that was only known to Dave.
I suggested taking pictures in case he couldn't remember how to put it back together again, just as he had done during those past car repairs. He assured me that it was a "piece of cake."
Mere moments later when he kind of chuckled and said,"Hmmm, this is going to be more involved than I thought", my anxiety rose another notch. I constantly had to remind myself to breathe. I reminded Dave that this is something people go to COLLEGE for, and that it wasn't too late to call in the professional. He assured me it would be fine.
I knew it was pointless to fight it. After all, he had demonstrated competency in so many other projects over the years and his track record was good if not great. More importantly, I could tell this would be a major victory for him if he could pull it off.
After removing a few screws, he slowly slid the entire keyboard out of the piano.
And there it was. Bare naked, defenseless and completely gutted. Piano keys laying helplessly on the floor.
It was as if he had just performed open heart surgery on my poor piano.
The first task at hand was to vacuum out the inside of the piano.
There was a collection of dust bunnies. A dead moth. The missing laminated puzzle piece that had fallen into a crack months earlier during a piano lesson. And, oh gosh, please tell that is not mouse poop. I wondered aloud if the piano had ever been this thoroughly cleaned before we became its owners.
Once done, I perked up a bit at the thought of a newly cleaned piano.
And then the real work started. One by one, Dave meticulously removed the old ivory key tops. I purposely kept myself busy throughout the day, peeking in occasionally to check on his progress. There were clamps. Screws. Glue. A hair dryer. A rag. A file. And a very loud ShopVac.
Reassured by his trusty internet instructions and diagrams, I started to relax. He actually seemed to know what he was doing. He was not frustrated in the least. I might even go as far as saying he was enjoying this little challenge!
And then he said,"I think I'll go ahead and spray paint the black keys while I'm at it."
Deep inhale... slow exhale.
"Spray paint!?!" I said. Stinky, gummy spray paint on my keys!? I think I may have shook my head, figuratively throwing my hands up to surrender at this point.
Twelve hours later, he finally called it a day.
This morning as the kids and I got ready in the house, Dave came in and told me that he had a surprise for me. Eva's excited response was,"Daddy, you smell like BACON!"
As I entered the barn, the table was set and plates of blueberry pancakes and bacon were waiting for us. The kitchen area was spotless. In the next room, all of the toys were picked up and things were neat and orderly. I thought I was dreaming!
Much like the day before, my heart began to palpitate... but in a completely different way. A clean home truly makes me swoon.
As I gushed over this wonderful surprise, Dave interrupted by saying,"Did you see the piano?"
I looked over my shoulder, almost in slow motion, and found a completely intact, perfectly put back together piano!
And the keys... ohhh, the keys! They were smooth, polished and shiny. Swirly pearly whites and sharp glossy blacks, all lined up and waiting to be played.
After a quick chromatic scale up the keyboard, I was both relieved and astounded that the piano looked and sounded better than ever!
He explained that he got up at 1:30 am and finished the project while the rest of us slept. The cherry on top was that he fixed the una corda pedal, aka soft pedal, which had never quite worked right. That was a nice little bonus.
I am in complete and utter shock over Dave's newest accomplishment. He truly amazes me with all of his secret talents. He can fix cars. He can cook. He can do construction, even the extras like plumbing and electrical work. He's a loving father. He's a fine musician. And he's a competitive Scrabble player.
Now in addition to everything else, he can add "Piano Technician" to his list of credentials.
I am in love.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Amanda: "The Can-Can"
One of the girls' favorite things to do is play around with the Casio electric keyboard, and cycle through the 100 pre-recorded songs while they make up their own dances. The pieces we tend to hear repeatedly are "Swan Lake" by Tchaikovsky (Amanda's favorite) and "The Can Can" by Offenbach (Eva's favorite.)
A few weeks ago, Amanda learned how to play "Swan Lake."
Last week, she learned "The Can Can." It was a big deal for her because she got to play a scale and a sharp all in the same piece. The ending proved to be difficult because of all the skipping, but by the time her lesson rolled around, she had it down perfectly.
Here she is during a practice session.
A few weeks ago, Amanda learned how to play "Swan Lake."
Last week, she learned "The Can Can." It was a big deal for her because she got to play a scale and a sharp all in the same piece. The ending proved to be difficult because of all the skipping, but by the time her lesson rolled around, she had it down perfectly.
Here she is during a practice session.
Thankful
We received a reverse 911 phone call late Thursday night instructing us that we were under a "Boil Water Order" after two of the town's wells tested positive for high bacteria levels.
"The Town of Marshfield has ordered residents to boil their water before using it, after tests of water samples from two test wells found a high level of enterococci bacteria. Enterococci bacteria is an indicator of the possible presence of fecal matter, and when it is found in drinking water it poses a serious health risk."
There seemed to be conflicting reports as to whether our house fell into the affected area, as the map showed only the higher address numbers on our street as being in the "danger zone." Yet, we were told that if we received the phone call, we were affected.
Preferring to err on the side of caution, we avoided using water all day yesterday. It was not safe to use tap water for drinking, bathing/showering, or brushing teeth. (I found out about the showering part within minutes of the girls finishing their morning shower! Oops.)
As of now, the ban has not been lifted but our neighbor, a town employee, has assured us that our water is indeed safe. I am still a little leery and am continuing to use bottled water until we run out.
In any case it makes me appreciate how fortunate we are to have safe water. I cannot imagine people who have had to go days, weeks or months without clean, drinkable water.
Yesterday the girls made their annual "Thankful Turkeys." As they told me what they were thankful for, I contributed my own thought.
"I am thankful for clean water."
Amanda was thankful for:
- Water and sea creatures
- Carnivals
- Mama and Daddy, Eva and William
- My sister, Eva
- Katelynn, my best friend
- Trees and dresses
Eva was thankful for:
- Preschool. I love my teacher!
- All of my grandmas and grandpas
- Mama, Daddy, Amanda and Liam
- My fish, especially Stripes and Stripey
- My babysitters
"The Town of Marshfield has ordered residents to boil their water before using it, after tests of water samples from two test wells found a high level of enterococci bacteria. Enterococci bacteria is an indicator of the possible presence of fecal matter, and when it is found in drinking water it poses a serious health risk."
There seemed to be conflicting reports as to whether our house fell into the affected area, as the map showed only the higher address numbers on our street as being in the "danger zone." Yet, we were told that if we received the phone call, we were affected.
Preferring to err on the side of caution, we avoided using water all day yesterday. It was not safe to use tap water for drinking, bathing/showering, or brushing teeth. (I found out about the showering part within minutes of the girls finishing their morning shower! Oops.)
As of now, the ban has not been lifted but our neighbor, a town employee, has assured us that our water is indeed safe. I am still a little leery and am continuing to use bottled water until we run out.
In any case it makes me appreciate how fortunate we are to have safe water. I cannot imagine people who have had to go days, weeks or months without clean, drinkable water.
Yesterday the girls made their annual "Thankful Turkeys." As they told me what they were thankful for, I contributed my own thought.
"I am thankful for clean water."
Amanda was thankful for:
- Water and sea creatures
- Carnivals
- Mama and Daddy, Eva and William
- My sister, Eva
- Katelynn, my best friend
- Trees and dresses
Eva was thankful for:
- Preschool. I love my teacher!
- All of my grandmas and grandpas
- Mama, Daddy, Amanda and Liam
- My fish, especially Stripes and Stripey
- My babysitters
Such a cuddle bug
Liam has really perfected the art of hugging.
It is the best feeling when he wraps his arms around you, digs his little fingers into your flesh, and buries his head in the crook of your neck.
Yesterday Amanda had what she described as a "dreadful day" at school. It was all because her best friend was absent after having her adnoids taken out.
Amanda said,"I'm feeling really sad today." I suggested that maybe she needed a hug. That seemed to help a little bit.
But then Liam offered to give her a hug. (Of course it was really me, doing the "little voices" that the girls love...)
Sure enough, Liam grabbed onto her and squeezed. He wouldn't let go.
Amanda got the biggest smile on her face and as she walked away, I could see that her eyes were even a little teary, as they tend do when she gets very happy.
Then she said,"Liam gives the best hugs. I am so glad I have a little brother."
It was a very touching moment. Doesn't he just make you melt?
Plimoth Plantation: The First Thanksgiving
We've been to the Plimoth Plantation in Plymouth, MA a few times now and it's a great place to take a family. It is described as "a world-class, Smithsonian-affiliated museum dedicated to interactive historical explorations of New England's early European settlers and native inhabitants. " If you're ever in the area, you should go.
One part of the plantation is set up as a Wompanoag Village and people are dressed in costumes, reliving what life would have been like in the 1600's. Another side is set up as a Colonist Village, or as we call them, Pilgrims.
To get an idea of what the museum is like, you can watch the following webcast. Along with getting an idea of what life was like, they talk about the first Thanksgiving.
Plimoth Plantation Webcast: The First Thanksgiving
Eva and I watched the 30 minute video earlier this week and it was very interesting. She had a lot of really good questions. On Tuesday, she'll be dressing as a Native American along with the rest of her Preschool class and they will be having a Thanksgiving Feast in the large gathering room.
Amanda's Kindergarten class is putting on a special Thanksgiving program, which we are all looking forward to seeing. Apparently Amanda has a speaking part and is a bit nervous about talking into the microphone in front of so many people. The program will be followed by a small feast of cornbread, homemade butter and apple juice.
I have the week off from teaching, which will be a nice little break. We'll be spending Thanksgiving in Plymouth, celebrating with my sister-in-law's family.
One part of the plantation is set up as a Wompanoag Village and people are dressed in costumes, reliving what life would have been like in the 1600's. Another side is set up as a Colonist Village, or as we call them, Pilgrims.
To get an idea of what the museum is like, you can watch the following webcast. Along with getting an idea of what life was like, they talk about the first Thanksgiving.
Plimoth Plantation Webcast: The First Thanksgiving
Eva and I watched the 30 minute video earlier this week and it was very interesting. She had a lot of really good questions. On Tuesday, she'll be dressing as a Native American along with the rest of her Preschool class and they will be having a Thanksgiving Feast in the large gathering room.
Amanda's Kindergarten class is putting on a special Thanksgiving program, which we are all looking forward to seeing. Apparently Amanda has a speaking part and is a bit nervous about talking into the microphone in front of so many people. The program will be followed by a small feast of cornbread, homemade butter and apple juice.
I have the week off from teaching, which will be a nice little break. We'll be spending Thanksgiving in Plymouth, celebrating with my sister-in-law's family.
Monday, November 15, 2010
Meeting Baby Nickolas
We drove up to Brighton yesterday to meet Jason and Angelina's baby, Nickolas.
The girls are pro's as far as "new baby etiquette" and promptly headed to the bathroom to wash their hands. Of course, Amanda and Eva wanted to be the first to hold Baby Nickolas.
As I held Liam up to Nickolas, he kept craning his neck to get a better look at the tiny creature before him. He was so curious! Then he put up his hand, as if he was saying,"High five, buddy!"
We all took turns holding Nickolas, gazing at him, stroking his head and marveling at how perfect he was. I always forget how gratifying it is to hold a swaddled baby. So precious.
Here are some pictures from the afternoon.
In the photo above, Eva is mad that I am "helping" her hold Nickolas. She wanted to do it herself, like Amanda did. And on the other side of me, Amanda is annoyed that Nickolas was taken away from her.
I have a feeling this new baby is going to be spoiled with affection and adored by all.
Having a new cousin/nephew is just wonderful and we can't wait to see him again!
The girls are pro's as far as "new baby etiquette" and promptly headed to the bathroom to wash their hands. Of course, Amanda and Eva wanted to be the first to hold Baby Nickolas.
As I held Liam up to Nickolas, he kept craning his neck to get a better look at the tiny creature before him. He was so curious! Then he put up his hand, as if he was saying,"High five, buddy!"
We all took turns holding Nickolas, gazing at him, stroking his head and marveling at how perfect he was. I always forget how gratifying it is to hold a swaddled baby. So precious.
Here are some pictures from the afternoon.
In the photo above, Eva is mad that I am "helping" her hold Nickolas. She wanted to do it herself, like Amanda did. And on the other side of me, Amanda is annoyed that Nickolas was taken away from her.
I have a feeling this new baby is going to be spoiled with affection and adored by all.
Having a new cousin/nephew is just wonderful and we can't wait to see him again!
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Photos of Liam
We've been doing Sleep Training with Liam this week, due to his numerous nighttime wakings. Dave and I finally reached our limit, feeling completely exhausted and unrested by the time morning rolled around.
It is going very well, and I think we have finally rounded the corner. He is only waking up twice per night now, and falls back asleep fairly quickly.
The biggest success is that he no longer wakes up at 4:00 am, crying until we ultimately give up and just bring him into our bed! He has stayed in his crib for the past three nights and I think he is learning that he belongs there.
I realized this morning that his top two front teeth are just about to cut through. (You were right, Mom.) Finally he will look a little more normal once they're in! Now he has his two bottom teeth, two top eye teeth... and a huge gap where his front teeth should be. (Eva calls the bottom teeth his "I" teeth, and the top ones his "J" teeth.") It's hard to see his goofy smile because his upper lip hides the gap, but take my word for it.
Note the girly mittens. It's the only thing we had in his size! I thought we were all prepared for winter because his snowsuit came with matching mittens. Unfortunately I found out too late that the mittens are permanently tethered to the snowsuit's cuffs!
I have learned that the best way to keep Liam occupied is to put his wicker toy basket in front of him, and just let him tip it over and rummage through it. He will play happily by himself, until he realizes that his sisters are coloring or doing a puzzle over on the other side of the room. Then he turns on his Turbo Scooting Power, and cruises across the room to them.
Last weekend I moved all of the chairs to the next room so I could mop the floor. After a while, I heard Liam fussing a bit and peeked into the room to see what was wrong. This is what I found.
He had somehow scooted under the chair and got stuck in the rungs. He didn't seem overly unhappy, just puzzled about how to escape!
We don't think he will ever crawl. His pediatrician said it's very possible that he'll just go right to walking. He explained that some kids like to keep their heads up "so they can see where they're going", rather than looking down at the ground when in a crawling position. That seems like a perfectly logical explanation to me.
Besides, he gets along just fine by scooting, so he doesn't have much of an incentive to try anything new!
It is going very well, and I think we have finally rounded the corner. He is only waking up twice per night now, and falls back asleep fairly quickly.
The biggest success is that he no longer wakes up at 4:00 am, crying until we ultimately give up and just bring him into our bed! He has stayed in his crib for the past three nights and I think he is learning that he belongs there.
I realized this morning that his top two front teeth are just about to cut through. (You were right, Mom.) Finally he will look a little more normal once they're in! Now he has his two bottom teeth, two top eye teeth... and a huge gap where his front teeth should be. (Eva calls the bottom teeth his "I" teeth, and the top ones his "J" teeth.") It's hard to see his goofy smile because his upper lip hides the gap, but take my word for it.
Here he is, all bundled up to watch the Veterans' Day Parade.
Note the girly mittens. It's the only thing we had in his size! I thought we were all prepared for winter because his snowsuit came with matching mittens. Unfortunately I found out too late that the mittens are permanently tethered to the snowsuit's cuffs!
I have learned that the best way to keep Liam occupied is to put his wicker toy basket in front of him, and just let him tip it over and rummage through it. He will play happily by himself, until he realizes that his sisters are coloring or doing a puzzle over on the other side of the room. Then he turns on his Turbo Scooting Power, and cruises across the room to them.
Last weekend I moved all of the chairs to the next room so I could mop the floor. After a while, I heard Liam fussing a bit and peeked into the room to see what was wrong. This is what I found.
He had somehow scooted under the chair and got stuck in the rungs. He didn't seem overly unhappy, just puzzled about how to escape!We don't think he will ever crawl. His pediatrician said it's very possible that he'll just go right to walking. He explained that some kids like to keep their heads up "so they can see where they're going", rather than looking down at the ground when in a crawling position. That seems like a perfectly logical explanation to me.
Besides, he gets along just fine by scooting, so he doesn't have much of an incentive to try anything new!
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
A new little Lindsay
There's a new little Lindsay in the world!
Jason (my brother-in-law) and his wife Angelina had their baby this morning, a whole week past their due date.
Presenting... Nicholas Brian Lindsay - 9 1/2 pounds (!!), 21 inches.
Dave visited them at the hospital this afternoon, but the rest of us had to stay home. They don't allow children at the hospital, and I had to work anyhow so it didn't matter. We'll visit them over the weekend when they're back at home.
I think Nicholas looks a lot like our children did, especially Amanda and Liam. Nicholas and Liam are about 9 1/2 months apart, so it will be a lot of fun to watch them grow up together.
I can't wait to witness all of the shenanigans they will get into together.
Jason (my brother-in-law) and his wife Angelina had their baby this morning, a whole week past their due date.
Presenting... Nicholas Brian Lindsay - 9 1/2 pounds (!!), 21 inches.
Dave visited them at the hospital this afternoon, but the rest of us had to stay home. They don't allow children at the hospital, and I had to work anyhow so it didn't matter. We'll visit them over the weekend when they're back at home.
I think Nicholas looks a lot like our children did, especially Amanda and Liam. Nicholas and Liam are about 9 1/2 months apart, so it will be a lot of fun to watch them grow up together.
I can't wait to witness all of the shenanigans they will get into together.
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