Little Faces

As the new site was taking shape, our kids were busy growing up (one of the few things kids seem to do without being told!). The photo album—along with everything else on the old site—was terribly out of date; and since you asked, I was happy to pull out my camera and give you a fresh look at the little faces that fill our world with delight.

This little face isn’t so little anymore. Two days from now, Andrew will graduate from the third grade. Hard to believe he was only five years old when we started this blog! This young man loves the Lord and respects his parents. We want all the other cousins to be like him when they grow up. Keep praying for them!

Energetic. Silly. Joyful. Loud. That’s Liam. One of the highlights of his year was watching football games with Pop-Pop on Sunday evenings. He’s hoping to sign with the Redskins as soon as he’s old enough, and uses the front yard as his training camp.

Did you know that chinchillas can see in the dark? Jack does. This little guy loves to read and learn and always has new facts to stump the family. Look for him at the National Spelling Bee in a few years. But he’s already won the “best big brother” award for the way he looks after his little sister, Tori.

At five, Owen is the youngest of the boys. He might appear quiet and sweet, but he can hold his own with his older brothers. He loves to play legos in the corner by the hour, and he makes Kristin proud by cleaning them all up perfectly when he’s done.

Caly is the drama queen whose days are full of dollhouses, dressups, and teaparties. She loves to do “hardworkings” with Daddy in the garden, make sandcastles in her “Timmy the Turtle” sandbox, and mother on her baby sister MJ.

This face says it all. Tori’s our “sweet girl,” always showing off the grins and handing out the hugs. But watch out—this future girltalker is tough! She’s even managed to bring Liam to tears and will fearlessly take on any cousin who has something that she wants (usually food!).

Last but not least there’s baby MJ or “Emmy” who at eight months is crawling everywhere these days. She’s as sweet as they come except when she’s screaming because I’m not getting her food fast enough. What can I say, she’s my girl?