Theta Beta Beta

Over dinner last night, Rob reminded me that I have just joined a fraternity considering I live in a house with four men. And so was born Theta Beta Beta, which stands for The Bunn Boys. (I knew Rob's years of Greek would come in handy!) We can't figure out if Julep is the house mother or the mascot. But we quickly realized that we are actually the pledges, doing all the dirty work for the brothers.

Yes, we're making Theta Beta Beta t-shirts.

8 months old (yesterday)

I can't believe how quickly time has flown! The boys just turned 8 months old and they are just as sweet as can be (most of the time). It's a fun, exploratory stage as we try new foods and activities. We are enjoying these last few precious moments until they are all mobile. They currently squirm and roll about, but I fear the day that we need to grow a set of eyes in the back of our heads to watch their every move.

Here are their 8 month photos! (It's a lot harder to photograph them now, as you can imagine. Not only do they not fit in width-wise in the crib anymore, they don't stop moving.)
L-R: Winston, Wesley and Charlie


The joys of having active children. This is what the rest of the photos looked like. I swear these were not altered.

Happy Easter!

We spent a wonderful and restful few days with Grammy & Poppy for Easter. The boys had their first church nursery experience on Easter morning, which was unlike any I had ever seen. We checked the boys in at the front desk, they were given name tags (for their backs - brilliant!), and we were given a beeper in case there was an issue during the service. They did great! I, on the other hand, would not stop staring at the beeper until Rob ripped in out of my hands and clipped it the to pew.

Win, Wes and Charlie all dressed up for Easter (Thanks Aunt Ellie for the fun hats!)

The Fam

Winston, Wesley & Charlie with Grammy & Poppy

We took the boys on a walk around the yard. Here's Win taking it all in, with Daddy and Wes in the background

Poppy & Charlie

Eating dirt & flowers

Breakfast with Daddy (unauthorized)

So here is the version of "Breakfast with Daddy" that the government doesn't want you to see.

First of all, what kind of "New Moms" group requires moms to leave their precious babes all alone with Daddy? It would seem that new moms would be against abandonment, but what do I know? I am just a Dad.

Here is a bit of Dad-logic for you. Babies scream when eating their oatmeal-pear gruel, but don't scream when eating washcloths. Cotton is nutritious, right?



Next, I love my boy Winston. He showed what he thought of dear-old UVA for rejecting Daddy by blowing his diaper out all over his blue-and-orange. Way to go, Win! But next time, could you give Daddy a heads-up? Discovering a blow-out with your right hand is probably not the way to go. Anyone reading this will probably never shake my hand again, and rightly so.

Of course, he must not have gotten the memo that a blow-out leads to a change of clothes, so that there was no reason to puke his whole bottle about 25 minutes later. That just leads to an all-hassle, no-humor change of clothes. Great, not even noon and Win is on his third outfit.

Ring-ring...Hello, Sweetie...when are you coming home...

Bath time

In an effort to give up something meaningful for Lent, Wesley decided to give up clothes. Good thing Easter is on Sunday!


Winston and the world's youngest combover

Smilestones

Yesterday was a big day for Wes and Charlie. Wesley rolled over from his back to his belly for the first time. He apparently wanted to give Charlie a hug:

And Charlie got up on his hands and knees yesterday. He then spent the day showing off his new trick, constantly rocking back and forth as if to show us he's going to start crawling any moment.

Wesley & Win playing together. The best were the giggles and squeals that came from each of them while they were face to face!

Winston loved playing peekaboo with Daddy

So did Charlie!

Breakfast with Daddy

I was able to sneak away and go to the new mom's group with fantastic women from our church. In order to do this, Rob offered to take over baby duty. He dressed them up in UVA gear (his alma mater) and fed them washcloths for breakfast.

Happy Evacuation Day!

As most of you celebrate St Patrick's Day, we here in Boston also celebrate Evacuation Day. Actually, I don't know how one would "celebrate" Evacuation Day, so we'll just put on some green and "kiss me I'm Irish" gear (even though we're not)!

Happy St. Patrick's Day! Win won (har har) the honor of wearing the St. Patrick's Day T-shirt by finishing his bottle first this morning.

Winston

Wesley

Charlie

All green and smiles

Sleeping Beauties

The other day, this is how I found a sleeping Wesley and Charlie. Do you think they're trying to tell me something?

Wesley

Charlie

Photos from Grammy & Poppy's visit today:
Winston & Poppy sharing a laugh

Wesley "flying" with Grammy. You can see that Charlie climbed/rolled/scooted off my lap in order to get closer to the action.

Wesley spitting up on Grammy. Perhaps they were having a little too much fun after eating.

Charlie gets his Grammy time.

A day in the life of Charlie...

I am all about being fair, so I really don't like posting about just one of the boys. But this was too funny. All before noon, Charlie:

Realized that Winston was really comfy. (Wes thought it was really funny. Winston? Not so much.)

Found the most comfortable way to sleep - hugging the bumper and feet kicked up. (Looks like he passed out after hitting his bottle!)

Rolled over and escaped his bouncy seat. (I really thought that the activity bar would prevent him from getting out! Child: 1, Mom: 0)

And 5 minutes later, wanted to explore UNDER the crib

Child: 2, Mom: 0

Plans? What plans?

God keeps showing us that he has great plans for us. Since the boys were born, we have tried to wait patiently for Him to reveal His plans for two major life events: Rob and grad school (and if we were moving to VA) and my return to work. Within the last week or so, just as the wait really started to eat away at both of us, both answers were revealed.

We had been feeling like God was speaking to us to stay in the Boston area for the time being, so we prayed that if that were the case, to not let Rob get into the PhD program to which he applied. And God spoke to us, and he didn't get in. In my opinion, it truly is the act of God that he didn't get in considering he had a perfect GRE score, honors from a top seminary, outstanding recommendations and essays, and had been an alumnus. How else is it possible? :) This doesn't mean that a PhD program is off the table for good, just for the next year.

We were also anxious to find out about my work situation. Monday was my first day back after 8 months, when I learned that my position was moved to one of our headquarters in Iowa. My choices were to move to Iowa or take the severance. I have mixed emotions because I will miss being part of that group and I didn't expect my time at the company would end like this after 7 years. But it truly is a blessing in disguise due to their generosity with the severance package and now I will have more time with the boys. The timing could not be better - it will carry us through Rob's graduation and will continue to cover our health insurance needs until we know the next step.

So here we are, Rob is about to graduate from seminary, I am without a job, and we have to find a new place to live because we have to move out of our apartment in June. And we feel so blessed.

Pajama Day

Due to the boys' need for prune juice in one of their bottles, today was dubbed Pajama Day. (Why ruin a cute outfit with pruney spit up?)

Playing peekaboo with Daddy


Charlie - you can see his two bottom teeth!

Wesley

Winston


The boys' toys: Evidence of a neglected dog