Dale. My firstborn. The one with enough energy and enthusiasm for 3 kids. The one who is often so tender and loving with his two youngest siblings. The one who was most excited when we said a 5th baby was coming. The one who has caused me more doubt and challenges than the other three combined. The one with whom I am falling in love all over again. He'll turn 9 this week.
Tyler. My big eyed, don't-let-him-out-of-your-sight, B.O.Y. He thinks he's every bit as big as his brothers, and he just about is. He ate more weird found objects in his babyhood than I care to recall. Ditto for things broken and misused. The boy is hilarious. Not a day goes by we don't all crack up at something he says. He keeps us on our toes, but he makes it worthwhile. He's 4 months from his 3rd birthday.
Brooklyn. Our girl. The bit of pink and softness in a sea of maleness.
A laughing, crawling, playing baby that everyone here loves to play with, feed, change, and dress. We're never in want for willing hands and eyes to keep her company for a few minutes, and she enjoys being the recipient of such affection! She is 11 months old.