I have been neglectful in my reporting, dear ones. On June 28, 2011 The Precious ceased to be an only child. Lump is a lovely little boy. He is already smiling and cooing and doing his best to catch up to his older brother. I know that it seems that we are favoring one child over the other when we call one Precious and one lump, but I assure you that is not the case. While I was helping out with the baby when he was first home Boppy asked me how he was doing. “Well, he’s kind of a lump. He eats, sleeps, and poops. He’s kind of a lump.” Well for Boppy the name stuck and he’s been lump ever since.

Lump is doing a few more tricks now. He’s quicky becoming a real boy. We know that when he gets hungry you have 24 retro seconds to feed him. Retro seconds are the number of seconds you should have gone back in time to make sure he stayed happy. Lump loves retro seconds. He stiffens up all over when you change his diaper. His mother says that he is like a horse that swells when you put the saddle on. I’ve decided she’s right. He has a killer smile, but sometimes he’s looking off in the distance when he smiles. Unseen objects are apparently incredibly humorous. It freaks me out a litte. But all in all, he’s a beautiful healthy baby that (just like The Precious) keeps us giggling those slightly unhinged grandparent giggles.

There’s a certain degree of insanity that comes with being grandparents. We have accepted ours with grace and aplomb. Anyway…we like to think so.