Making a pot of coffee with Young Old is easily my favorite part of our morning ritual. He's almost got the entire process down; the french press is up next. And no worries, Mama K...he refuses to drink the stuff, no matter how often it's offered.
Old -That'd be me. The name originates from close high school friends, and has something to do with broken ankles, illegal beer, and the wisdom of the Ancients. You'll have to ask them.
Young -The little guy who made his appearance into our world late August of 2008. He's been granted the title of Young Old, and we're deeply and madly infatuated with him. Hopefully the title of the blog makes sense now for what is essentially a lengthy love letter to our son.
Mama K -My lovely wifey, the one actually doing all the work, bless her heart. My heroine for going through the incubation process; I don't think I'd have lasted a day.
Frisco the Cat -Our jealous attack cat, whom I'm betting will be paw-deep in some droll anecdotes very soon. RIP, baby, RIP. We miss you.
Youngest- Born into our lives mid-2011, Youngest Old's tale can be found at Mama K's journal: thegiftofjune.blogspot.com. I love you equally, son, but I'm all blogged out.
Cutest barista EVER.
ReplyDeleteHopefully those looks will start bringing in some tip money...
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Ho.