Merry Christmas from the Biscuits

The Cranky Clauses

The future Mrs. Isabella Biscuit is not amused by uncooperative antics. How unprofessional!

Four Calling Birds

This year's Anniversary Ornament is made up of four
individual doves. The other two are on a nearby branch,
unburdened by my crappy embroidery.

Go see Three French Hens.

August...

...did not go too well.

Crafty Julie

How cool...Julie's been busy making sets of cards!

9 fat pounds

Oh-My-Freakin-Gawd!! I want one!

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Congratulations, Hannah & Chris!!

Of course, we played my ol' favorite shower game: Diaper a Baby, Blindfolded and Bemittened.

September

I have no &%?#!!*$ idea what to do for September other than 'Back to School.' Ideas? Anyone?

October

The squirrel-proof pumpkins rule! 

July

I still need to photoshop in a flag.
Again, Wendy was the baby wrangler. 

12 Days of Christmas

Every year during each of the twelve days leading up to Christmas, Ken gets one of his presents. They always have some connection to either the number of days, or the lyrics of the christmas song - even in some twisted-illogical-biscuit-type way. Day twelve is always a twelve month calendar.

Special thanks to Wendy, who heroically brought Sugar Bon-Bon up for the April photoshoot and crouched behind the blankets, holding up a very uncooperative Buzzy.

Just like the book

We were given a book called Urban Babies Wear Black.

What's worse is that his shirt says, 'I am Boob Man.'

Squeal like a piggy...

Eight pounds and grown too big for one newborn outfit.

Seven pounds five ounces

Seven Pounds!!

And so it begins...

One of the birds is crying like a baby.

Girls Gone Wild

6 pounds 11.5 ounces

Finally...

Today is the day that little Early was supposed to be born. Holy heck, it's been some trip!!

6 pounds 9.5 ounces

Thumb: Found!

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Meeting the In-Laws

Today we met the future Mrs. Biscuit and her parents.

Cute stuff.

Happy Thanksgiving

Yer lookin' at a 6 pound 1.5 ounce, organic, free-range turkey.

Auntie Annie and Uncle Joe

Not as funny as Ken's boot...

 

 

A big day...

Besides seeing Santa today, little D'Buzashaw has moved on to big boy diapers (newborn) and spent 40 minutes finally being introduced to his big sisters, Kaya and Charlie.

Weepy mama.

Getting ready for Santa

Dry run for Thanksgiving travel

We've been slowly acclaimating Charlie to the car and her new travel cage:

 

Six pounds!

 

5 pounds 14.5 ounces!

Rewired brain

When I was small, I wrote a letter to the Easter Bunny remarking that the basket was, 'in the last place that I looked!' Nowadays, I seem to have developed some sort of new habit: memories like this invariably lead me to think about one day hiding a basket and watching my little boy scamper around looking for it.

5 pounds 9.5 ounces

Happy Birthday, Ben!

The little Biscuit went to his very first birthday party tonight!