The boys

These pictures are a little outdated, but for some reason the computer at home hates our digital camera, and refuses to upload photos. I don't know what the deal is, but I do know that Husband is trying to use the malfunction as an excuse to buy a better camera. If we could remember to take pictures more than once a month, I think it would be a good investment. For now, I just head over to the parentals where they have a neato slot for the camera's memory card.

Anyway, here are some pictures of 2 of our cutie-pa-tootie nephews when they came to meet the puppy a couple of weeks ago.

This is Jordan's best imitation of a puppy:

And this is Carter:

He is almost 4 months old. Jordan is only sometimes excited to have him as a member of the family. Luckily, on this particular day, Jordo seemed to like him well enough. I think he even forgot to smack him. Actually, I think he felt the new puppy was stealing all the attention. I'm just guessing, though, based on his repeated shouts of: "Look at my brother. Aren't his feets-es cute?"

One of the coolest things about being the oldest grandchild in a family, like Jordo, is that you have all these great uncles who don't have kids of their own yet to teach you how to do cool stuff. For example, gang signs. Every cool three and a half year old has to know a few, and Jordo is definitely ahead of the learning curve. Despite the time I spent as a substance abuse therapist, I'm still a little rusty on the whole flashing signs business. Luckily for the lil' guy, his uncle Braden keeps him up to speed with all the latest stuff from the hip-hop world:



Cool, huh? Apparently there is a song with some reference to "W's to the moon", and Little J obviously has it down. I'm only a little embarassed that the 3 year old knows more than I do...



This last one is of Husband teaching Carter to growl. Not sure how useful that'll be against Jordan's wigga street knowledge, but it's not bad for someone who doesn't have voluntary control of his limbs yet.