Franklin continues to get more independent. He’s even cute when he poops.
Even cuter when someone else takes away the mess.
I’ve been able to take some time to spend with Bungle. He may be a pain in the butt, but he’s my imaginary pain in the butt, and I don’t want to lose him — at least most of the time.
Business continues to be good. Here I am meeting a client at the hot springs at night. I didn’t ask her why.
William got invited to a party. I was kind of put out that I wasn’t invited. He said not to be jealous. All he did was watch TV while some guy peed himself.
Gideon is wilder than Franklin. He’s always engaged in something.
He’s also louder.
He likes pushing his toys into pretty patterns. I think he’s going to be an artist like his father.
He also loves to be the center of attention, and he makes his serious big brother laugh.
He plays hard and, mercifully, sleeps hard.
Which you could also say of William.
Mum is such a sweet and trusting child at heart. I have to keep an eye on her to make sure some jerk doesn’t take advantage of her.
Mama, on the other hand, has been giving William a hard time for letting me make all the money.
She thinks if he had any brains at all, he’d be trying to sell his paintings or *something*.
Don’t worry. I sneak them out of the house and sell them when he isn’t looking anyway.
William prefers to defend himself by being gross. It works pretty well.
And the kitties continue to be cute. We haven’t seen them for a while.
Mama helps clean a lot. And that’s great because she’s usually cleaning up messes she made to begin with.
My folks have never lost than lovin’ feeling. It warms my heart to see them — in that icky, wash out your brain sort of way.
Wow. I can’t believe it, but Franklin’s going to be a child!
For some reason, everyone in the family wanted to blow their horns at ME. My ears still ring a little.
And here’s my little vampire boy in cross-eyed splendor.
We celebrated my oldest son’s birthday with a big show in the back yard.
Then my dear family tried to clean up their cake plates and broke EVERYTHING.
Mum read Franklin his first bedtime story. The first of many.
I went to put Gideon to bed.
Hmm. Actually, I think I’d better put him down again.
BECAUSE THIS REALLY HURTS!
William decided to take a nap while I ran off to the hospital.
Then he realized I’d probably stake him if he didn’t come with me, but he got lost on the way to the hospital and ended up in a crowd of people hanging around at the tavern after closing time.
That’s the story he told me. I don’t know if I believe it. He is going to have to make this up to me. A lot.
By myself, I brought our baby girl into the world
Meet little Helen!
Babies: 7 + 1 = 8
And here we have the third member of Generation 3! Helen is also a vampire and a witch.
“Hell in Wonderland,” get it?? I’ve been dying to use that name, which is why Erin had to eat watermelons :).