Given the recent events in our household (Quinn’s Pneumonia and common cold; Cooper’s Croup and Bronchiolitis), Dad has come up with a new system to keep our bottles separate so we don’t continue to infect each other with our grody germs.

These nutty parents of ours continue to try to find the humor in our crazy lives…

(special post from our brother, Bernie)

Merry Christmas, my furry bumm.

My, my… how things have changed since last Christmas. A year ago I ruled the roost here – with frequent trips to the park, unbridled affection and free reign of the house. Well, let me just say that I haven’t seen the business end of a leash since those two “small versions of my parents” came along (what breeder would make such hellions?). And I’m lucky if I get brushed as they pass me in the hall.

Yeah, things have changed this year. But I guess it’s not all that bad. According to my colleagues at the park, I’ve still got it pretty good. And don’t get me wrong, I really like these little people – they’ve just stolen my parents. And my Christmas.

Ba Humbug,
Bernie

Booooo… i’ve got Pneumonia . The doctor tells me that it’s a mild case and that I can’t just cry all day long. Mom gave me a good tip… she says if I smile – even if I feel like poo – it will make me feel a little better. It works! I’ve got a great treatment plan of hugs and kisses from mom and dad, along with heavy antibiotics, so I’m on the mend!

Whaaaaa,
Quinn

We’ve been held by some really funky lookin’ people, but none as crazy as this guy. The funniest thing is mom completely Sanitized Santa before we sat down – maybe a first for him… As you can see, we got a kick out of him and have invited him to our house on December 25th.

Getting through security schlepping 1500 pounds of baby stuff

So… today was a big day for us. We earned our first flight wings on our way to Ohio for Uncle Dustin’s wedding. Mom and dad lucked out by getting an entire row so we could all sprawl out. As we were walking on the plane, everyone held their breath as we walked past their row, hoping we wouldn’t crowd their space with “potentially screaming babies.” But we proved everyone wrong by being the best behaved kids on the flights with ZERO outbursts. We rule.

Flyin’ high,
Quinn and Cooper