Our family grew by two members this week. On Tuesday, we got a bunny. His name is Hopper (or Hoppy if you prefer--he doesn't answer to either). I realize the name is extremely original for a bunny--he's a second-hand pet, so don't look at me. 
(Owen loves how soft the bunny feels.)
Then, today I got a little boy. Yes, I used to have a baby. His name was Owen and his dimples were the cutest things ever made (just like his sister's). He was such a sweet little baby, but his dad decided that he looked too girlish with his curls in the back, so he got his first haircut today and now I have a little boy. He looks so grown-up and everytime I see him I can't quite believe it's him.
I also didn't realize this, but apparently he can feel every cut the scissors make and he was not a fan. He screamed and flailed the entire time. He's lucky it turned out so good. Even chocolate didn't calm him down and that always works (he's a little bit like me in that respect).
