When I got home from work this evening I greeted each of my twitlins as usual and grabbed up Evie and the camera so I could snap some pics hoping for one of her famous smiles.  I couldn’t get her to smile because she was too interested in what I was doing:

Meanwhile Liam was watching tv and I thought this would make a cute picture.  You know how sometimes a wildlife photographer will go missing and all they’ll find is his camera and when they develop the pictures there are all these pics of a grizzly bear getting closer and closer?  These pictures remind me just how dangerous wildlife can be:

Once on my lap he started grabbing the camera and I had it aimed towards Harry.  Liam decided the little silver button on the camera was fun to click and Harry played along: 

He snapped off one final picture before I finally wrestled the camera from his grubby little hands:

And he and Harry proceeded to be the monkeys they are:

For the past couple of weeks Evie has been acting very tired in the evenings.  When were at the in-laws house in San Jose after BlogHer we discovered that she really enjoyed sleeping in her bouncer in their darkened dining room away from the noise and commotion.  Practically every night since we’ve been back I’ve been telling Marilyn that she is ready to start sleeping in her crib and that we should work on transitioning her over.  This idea (of course) doesn’t set well with Marilyn and she’s been coming up with any excuse she can to NOT put Evie in her crib. To her credit she has her reasons most of which have to do with our experiences with trying to have children and the associated loss. HOWEVER, most of her excuses are completely lame and add up to the fact that she simply doesn’t want to harbor any notion that her baby girl might be growing and wanting some more freedom. So last night after Marilyn changed her diaper and put her in her jammies she handed Evie off to me. I could tell by her slowly blinking red eyes that she was very tired and I could tell she just wanted to go to sleep so I finally took matters into my own hands. I marched her up the stairs to Marilyns protests of “Where are you going with my baby?!” and laid her in her crib. I dimmed the lights and put a baby monitor in the room so we could hear if she cried, closed the door and went back downstairs. She fussed a little at first but in the end she slept for about 5 hours in her crib!