One of the things I worried about when we found out that the new baby was a girl was whether or not the two would get along. My own brother and I weren't very close growing up (thankfully, he's turned out to be a stand-up kinda guy) and I hated the thought that my kids would have a tempestuous relationship, too. Now, I know there are still many years ahead of us, the teen years of special note, but as of yet, the two get along famously. Linden is a source of neverending delight to Eli (he calls her "my baby") and the reverse is true, too, as she smiles when she hears his voice and she loves to watch him play. You can almost see the little wheels in her head turning when she is watching him, trying to figure out how to do each thing that he does.

Eli has been acting larger-than-life recently, and with all the changes, it is no wonder he has been having a tough time. mostly, though, he is a trooper, and when he acts out, he is usually expressing outwardly what the rest of us are feeling: tired, cranky, uprooted and confused. He is such a great kid, so enthusiastic about everything and so hilariously energetic. Linden has a lot to learn from her big brother (and, I admit, a few things, I'd prefer she not learn...).

I took these one morning when we were all lounging in bed.

In other news, Eli is turning out to be quite a little athlete. I wish I had some pictures, but he loves to play all kinds of sports. His current favorites are tennis and swimming, but he's also a huge fan of football, golf and baseball. There is a full-sized basketball goal (though we lowered it!) at the new house and Eli's favorite pastime in the afternoons is shooting hoops. Luckily for him, he has his father's coordination otherwise he'd be more suited to checkers.

Early this summer, Eli just decided one day that he wanted to swim and so he did. he still wears his swim vest in the pool, but he can motor around on his own while he's wearing it. We've practiced a little bit of swimming without it. He can do it for short periods of time, but he loses confidence quickly. No fear, there's another month of summer and a whole lifetime ahead for more swimming!

As I mentioned, Linden's a peach. She is what I have heard referred to as an "easy" baby. We have no experience with such so this is a delightful surprise! She is the spittin' image of her daddy, especially when she furrows her brow. She is a spitter, like her brother was, so I am changing clothes several times a day, oh joy, oh rapture. But otherwise, she's about as perfect as a baby gets.

I want to back waaaay up, pre-Linden. I found a bunch of sweet pictures of Eli on a camera that hadn't yet been downloaded.



With an attitude like this, my money is on Eli over the rhinoceros in a one-on-one.



We bought Eli a little baby doll to practice being gentle before Linden was born. He did a great job and really likes to dress and feed her. As we've recently been getting Linden used to a bottle, he has gotten his baby's bottle out and is practicing for when he gets a turn with Linden. He is a great big brother. She is a lucky little girl!


Early in the summer, we hosted a family of robins on our (old) front porch. They were in the perfect spot to watch out the window without having to go outside and bother them. We watched Mama Robin feed the three babies and watched the babies leave the nest, one by one.




Poor Eli is cursed with hair like mine, very fine and straight. So when it goes crazy after a bath, it is reason to celebrate! Although I did just notice that his hair looks just like the birds' nest, above.

It has been a phenomenal summer. I mean that, this is one of the best summers of my life, despite the chaos.

Linden is an amazing baby, so lovely, so quiet. She's a good sleeper and has been from the start (my posting this will guarantee me three sleepless nights in a row, of course, but whatever...), which helps the attitude of the whole household. She has an incredible smile that lights up a room and she uses it liberally, much to her advantage. And did I mention she is deliciously fat? Yum!

Our new house is beautiful, twice the square footage of the old one. It is an old center-hall Craftsman with room for everyone and our stuff. I love the big kitchen and the DUAL VANITIES and the huge wraparound front porch with its swing. We're still working on where everything goes, but the chaos is being driven out, little by little. A brief shout-out to Kevin goes here: he moved our entire household by himself in a week. One day my brother helped him with the heavy furniture, and thus Arthur gets a big old THANK YOU!! But otherwise, Kevin did it solo with nary a complaint. A good man, that one is!

Now for some pictures...

This has been another long post outage. I know I always use this excuse, but really, we've been busy. There's a new baby in the house, in case you hadn't heard, and a new house over the baby, too. Somewhere in the move, we had internet issues, lost the connection cord for the cameras (and found it, thank heavens), took a vacation to the beach all while also trying to keep life and limb together. so I'm going to spend the next few posts updating all y'all on what's been up in Casa YoSim.

Now for a fun exercise:

Here is Eli, nearly 6 weeks:


And Linden, nearly 6 weeks:


Yep, definitely related!

So I've not been blogging in the last couple of weeks because I've been trying to get some pictures of Linden smiling.

Do you remember that old WB cartoon with the guy who finds the dancing frog and tries to show it to people? But every time he gets the frog in front of a crowd, the frog sits there like a lump so the guy looks like an idiot. Yeah, that's sort of how I feel about Linden and her smiles. Sometimes, when we're alone in the house, she'll smile and talk and gurgle at me for long stretches. It is a beautiful smile, I promise!! But when I get out the camera or when someone else comes around, she turns back into a little chunky lump (a cute chunky lump, of course) and refuses a repeat performance.

Anyway, here are some photos of the best smiles I can capture. They aren't my best work, but heck, she's a cutie.

Drat! I tried to upload a video of Linden but Blogger's not working properly. I'll try again later.

The boys try out the tire swing

Baby in lap

























Bubbles in the yard. Yes, that is a flyswatter. They make great bubble wands! Eli calls it the "flapper".

We had a great visit from the Simmons side of the clan this weekend. Grandaddy, Aunt Jaime, Uncle David and cousin Hunter came down from North Carolina and Virginia to play with us!

Linden and Mommy spent most of the time hanging around the house since we're still not terribly mobile yet, but the rest of the gang spent a fun day at the zoo and also nearly wore out the playground with all of the little boy play. Eli and Hunter, eleven months apart, get along gangbusters and spend a lot of time tumbling around like little puppies.

And of course, everyone had a chance to squeeze in baby Linden. She's so squishy and squeezable, it is hard to resist. Ach, those cheeks!

We're rockin' and rollin' here at Casa YoSim. Linden is three weeks old and growing like a weed. A pudgy weed, but a weed, nonetheless. She topped ten pounds last week, the little piglet. She's a much different baby than her brother was, very easygoing and easy to please. she sort of rolls along with us, letting us know when she's hungry (which is most of the time) but otherwise just watching the chaos go by. She's a joy!

Eli is adjusting a little better each day. He is so sweet and gentle with his sister. He is a great big brother and we all hopes he keeps up the wonderful attitude he has towards her. He is still a bit wild and unpredictable (he's two for crying out loud) but as long as his energy is directed into something active, he is pretty good. We're getting there...

More pictures. She's a beauty!

I just looked waaaaay back in this blog to try and remember what I blogged about when Eli was a week old. Linden is wonderful, beautiful and perfect but, well, she doesn't do much. Not much to report.

She sleeps a lot, and even manages to get some shut-eye at night, often in her own bed. She's a sweet little thing, relatively calm with few big productions (other than those in her diapers--good heavens!).

We had her one week doctor visit today. She checked out well. She's gained a pound since we left the hospital (she was 8 lbs, 8 oz when we left) so she's topped 9 1/2 lbs. Big girl!

Eli's doing alright. He's acting up a bit, nothing major, nothing unexpected, but it is tiring, nonetheless. Bedtimes are especially tedious. We know this will pass and that he'll get adjusted, but it is still hard to take.

Linden Holly has arrived! I haven't gotten the pictures downloaded off my camera yet (there are tons of them, she's beautiful!), but I will post them as soon as I do.

Linden joined us at 12:37 p.m. on Friday, May 15. She was 8 lbs, 14.9 oz, 22 1/4 inches. At least tow of the baby nurses commented that they had never seen a baby this long in 25 years of nursing. She's a string bean, for sure.

She is, of course, beautiful beyond measure and clearly brilliant, even at 5 days old. She's a decent sleeper for a baby and a voracious eater. In short, she's perfect!

Eli is totally smitten with his new little sister and thinks she has come home for his own personal entertainment. He loves to kiss her and pat her and really wants to hold and carry her (um, no). He can't wait to teach her to talk, play tennis, eat ice cream and use the potty. He calls her "Baby Sister", which may stick for the rest of her life.

He is transitioning into big brotherhood pretty well, although he is clearly having a hard time getting used to his new position as NOT the center of the universe. He's been a little louder and busier than usual and has a hard time calming down, but we expected this so we're trying to take it in stride. From a mother's point of view, it is a little hard to watch, my little guy is now the big guy and he doesn't really get it. He can't snuggle with me like he wants to (I'm too sore!) and doesn't understand why he has to wash his hands and be gentle. He doesn't really get the new rules and even though he tries, he doesn't really like them, either. We'll get there and our family will be stronger for it, but it is hard to watch him struggle through it.

Pictures to come!!

Still no baby. Much like her brother, who was nine days late, she's taking her own sweet time getting here. Six days late and no sign of arrival.

I'm getting desperate. So desperate, in fact, that I took the advice of a friend and went out for eggplant parmesan at a restaurant on the outskirts of town. Apparently, this dish has a history of helping women go into labor in 24 hours. Old wives' tale? We shall see, but they have a wall of over 300 photographs of babies born 24 hours after eggplant parm was eaten by mama. Sign me up.

Kevin's response to my request for this dinner adventure was, "So let me get this straight: you want to drive 25 miles in rush hour traffic, outside the Perimeter, to eat Italian, which you don't really like, specifically eggplant, your least favorite food, because it MIGHT send you into labor?"

"Um, yeah," I replied.

The eggplant parm was actually quite good, even though I hate eggplant and don't really like Italian.

AND, if I go into labor, we get $25 off our next meal and a free baby t-shirt.

Come on Baby Sister!!

Eli has recently begun to enjoy accessorizing himself. It was not raining the day he decided to wear his frog boots to the store.

And I don't have any pictures because I was laughing too hard, but earlier this evening, he brought me a piece of pink tulle that had decorated the top of a baby gift. He asked me to tie it over his eyes with a bow in the back. Tulle is transparent, so he could see through it. He ran around the house in his cammo underpants with a big floppy pink bow tied around his head, randomly stopping to dance and shake his tailfeathers.

Weirdo.