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I don't normally post pictures of myself, but I thought these were so cool. Roland took these with Duncan's Fisher Price camera, and although he took them of the other boys, mine turned out the best. It could have something to do with the fact that the subject matter actually stood still for the pics.

I like to call this one, "Shane wishes." Unfortunately, it will take a lot more than a picture pacifier to shut this mouth up.

Happy is the bride that the sun shines on-NOT!

Once again, I have a "better late than never" blog, but I couldn't go without mentioning this great event. Uncle Jeff made an honest woman out of Aunt Trish! This was our last family trip before Henry was born, so I am obviously behind, but I had a little difficulty getting some pics to post. I had the best seat I have ever had at a wedding (other than my own), and my batteries died 3 pictures into the ceremony. Nevertheless, I finally have some to share. It must have rained a foot while we there with constant tornado warnings and thunderstorms, but somehow Aunt Trish managed to dodge all the storms and look beautiful.

Papaw Doug, Aunt Trish, and Daddy. I jokingly said that this hold on her arms looks a little like "dead man walking." I'm pretty sure she was willing, but in Kentucky, I don't think it matters either way.

Duncan and the flower girl (Jeff's granddaughter) aka the most thorough flower girl ever. As you can see, Duncan insisted on walking the down the aisle with his hand in his pocket-not exactly sure why. We had to race to the wedding because as we were getting the boys dressed, Duncan's tie went MIA. He says he put it in the trash, and it is yet to be found. When we did arrive he said he didn't want to be the ring bearer, but someone convinced him otherwise. He did a great job. The rings on his pillow were props, but during the ceremony when the preacher called for the rings, it was all I could do to contain Duncan. He was trying to walk up front to give them the rings.

Slightly awkward moment of hand in pocket and rampant flower throwing. The director never really told them what to do when they got to the alter, so they stood. And stood.

Roland was supposed to be the ring bearer, but he had a case of "I'm too shy." He was handsome just the same. All that shyness disappeared for the chicken dance.

The wedding party.

Dances with the bride...
The boys had a blast at the reception. I think they danced until I thought they would pass out. Roland came home with the knees of his new suit worn thin. The guys in the band just happen to have small children and were kind enough to let ours come up and play on the bongos and wear the rasta wigs. They were in hog heaven.

Thanks to Mammaw and Pappaw for having us...

Congratulations Aunt Trish and Uncle Jeff!

Henry Mack

Maybe he came a little earlier than expected, but we couldn't be happier to announce the arrival of Henry Mack Price born 5-14-11 at 6:28 AM. He weighed 7lbs 15 oz and was 20in long. He is our biggest baby yet, but he looks like a little squirt to me. Maybe I just forget how small they are.

While things have been very busy, we have been having a great time with the baby and all the visiting family.

Waiting for their first view of Henry. We had to leave the boys with the neighbor in the middle of the night, so I am sure they were surprised to wake up with the news of baby brother's arrival. The big guys have been a big help with the baby and are very excited. They continue to tell me how small and soft he is, and that he is crying. Older sibling make great pacifier and bottle holders.

Some handsome guys.

Resting at home.

4-21-11

After a progressive downhill bout with old age, Shane and I had to say goodbye to our first fur baby. Harley was 16 1/2 and was really like a second child. My mom and grandma brought her to Raleigh when she was not even a handful after her mom died. The vet told them then that he doubted she would make it. She spent all of our college years on Shane's books, refusing to move while he tried to study. Each morning she sat on the toilet until Shane got out of the shower and waited for him to brush her. She was truly a daddy's girl. She lived through eating a sewing needle, from which she had to have an experimental surgery that entailed all of her guts being laid out on a table to remove the needle, and survived a dog attack that left her without a tooth, a punctured lung, a broken sternum and 3 broken ribs. I don;t know if she used all nine lives, but she must have had close to that many. She was the only cat in the house that let the boys pet her (most likely because she was deaf in the last few years) and they really miss her, as do we.

M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E

In an effort to somewhat compensate the boys for bringing a new baby into the home (and also with the mindset that we will probably never have enough money to take 3 kids on vacation), we decided to go to Disney World! Neither Shane nor I had ever been, and it seemed like a good age appropriate trip for the boys. I was more than a little trepidacious about taking a trip at 30 weeks pregnant to a place that is hot and humid and that you have to walk a lot, but I have to say it was really really nice. I was a little sad that I did not get to ride any of the super cool rides, but there was still a lot to do. The boys were real troopers, especially on the way there, pulling their own bags and carrying their backpacks. When we arrived at the hotel, we realized that Roland also helped pack his suitcase because he had two pocket knives in the front of his carry on. Way to go TSA.

Duncan prepping for our trip.
Quietly enjoying our first airplane ride. Both boys spent most of the ride flirting with the early 20 something girl behind us.

Duncan was terrified of this pig that was a the swamp boat ride office, and rightly so, in my opinion. The pig got very angry and started screaming at a couple of different people. Duncan finally got up the nerve to touch him, but it was brief.

Duncan was not so scared of the alligator. Okay, it did have a rubberband on it's mouth, which is what he is looking at, but I thought the picture was pretty funny.

Feeding the turtle while waiting for our boat ride

Parrots in the trees at Sea World.

Not sure which one is the killer whale. However, only one of us has hormonal rages.

Enjoying Cocoa Beach-clothed, of course. Thank goodness for rental cars. It was a little chilly at first, but actually quiet nice overall. The boys have never really cared that much for the ocean, but were loath to leave on this day.

Enjoying the fountain at the space center

Space Shuttle Wardens?

Buzz Lightyear to the rescue!

Space Mountain, minus Roland and Duncan's heads.

Showing some brotherly love on the ferry boat

The Magic Kingdom

Leaving Disney...maybe the magic is just how fast the money in your wallet disappears, but we all had such a great time and were sad to head back to Durham. Fortunately, we already have lots of awesome ideas for things to do next time.

Hair cut

I must have said at least a hundred times that we need to get Duncan's hair cut. I finally broke down and said, "This is the day." Well, that wasn't the day. That was the day that he woke up really early and had a cold and was in a horrible mood. I didn't think that would be the picture taking event I was hoping for, so I decided to cut his hair at home. I am such a wuss when it comes to chopping off that soft blond baby hair.

The before.
The after.

The beast. This is no Sampson here. Cutting his hair has only made him stronger-as long as we aren't referring to those feelings he normally wears on his sleeve.
And now for the professional touch. I am slightly morally opposed to having a hair stylists with dreadlocks, but I guess it is what it is. Dum dums make everything go so smoothly.