We Latimer Clan have grown, and it's time to introduce Noah Aran into the mix. He is now rounding 11 months old. Zion is 3 1/2. These brothers truly love each other! They play and wrestle and share and bicker and laugh and scream and pull hair in joy and jest and are well on their way to a lifetime of memory making. I truly believe a deep bond was formed a) thru asking God to help with the matter and b) by Zion being present at Noah's birth and being a part of that whole monumental, miraculous event.

It's a good stretching process to add more children into our lives. I have not yet been rid of my self-centeredness, but I get more opportunities every day to work on that.

Let's catch up with some photos.

Day #1 as family of 4

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The usual.

Zion's kilt from Ireland. Thanks, G-Ma!

Noah doesn't laugh out loud all that frequently (he smiles a lot, but is hard to really get laughing). The swing does the trick though!

Noah's favorite pastime as I try to get work accomplished in the kitchen.

Not so fond of baths. Perhaps this is why he's only had about 3 his whole life.

Watching the first snow fall of the season together.

Pumpkin Patch tradition (minus visible said pumpkins).

Brotherly Love

The most helpful big brother around (whether you ask for it or not!)