Over at Chookoloonks, she is challenging us to show a picture of love. Here's a picture of brotherly love. It's no wonder we couldn't get pregnant before we got Nicholas and Rachel. Jack wouldn't be Jack without his big brother.
My picture of love is the love that is shared
between my boys. They prove that brotherhood is not dictated by race,
biology or circumstance. Brothers are brothers because they love each
other to their core. They effect who the other is and will be.
They are playmate, competitor and friend. They push the other when he
needs to go beyond himself and hold him back from rushing in to failure.
A brother is always there for you; even before you are born.





My son, Gene Simmons. Jack has a new thing about sticking his tounge out. He does it all the time. Sometimes I think he looks like Gene Simmons from Kiss.
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For Grandpa Bob's birthday we went out for Chinese food. Rachel was all in to the chop sticks. Nicholas used them more to stab food then to pick it up.
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Of course, Rachel is our little angel.

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Nicholas hasn't been in to pictures so much this month as this photo illistrates. It was all I could do to get him to stop playing and "smile."

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You can see all these photos by clicking here.