Jonas was on the couch crying yesterday afternoon and I asked Evelyn to go take care of him. I walked in to the room to see Evelyn’s shirt pulled up slightly and her belly button pressed close to Jonas’ face. I asked her what she was doing and she said ‘Jonas needs the mama milk. Evelyn gives him the mama milk.’

Well, thinking babies drink from belly buttons is at least better than thinking they drink from bottles, right?

We took the kids to an alt.Halloween party on the street of large churches (ecclesial communities?). They had a blast filling up their very small bags with the many incarnations of refined sugar and rocking out to the totally trivial puppet show. (I only wish that I had thought to take a picture of the poster of Jesus look-a-like in the Anaheim Angels uniform with the caption of “Coach.” (The puppets sang an adaptation of “Put Me in Coach,” in which they were sent in to the field (to harvest, one presumes))) Sarah dressed them as Tigger and Pooh.

I added some new pictures from Grandmom Jones’ visit. Jonas turned one month old last week. Woot!

Here are some new photos of the boy.

Jonas’ Baptism mp3