There can be only one...

We are Thomas MacLeod


And Mary Alice MacLeod


Of the clan MacLeod.


And we are immortal.


Now is the time of the sibling rivalry.


When sticks and a mortar mixer determine the outcome of every brawl.


Because, in the end, there can be only one...

holding the mortar mixer.

Disclaimer: No children were hurt in the documenting of this strange childhood ritual.

Standing tall

Henry has acquired a new skill this last month.


And he's just as thrilled as could be about it.



He figured out how to pull himself up.


Cause the view is so much better at two feet (as opposed to one...)


(Although he still takes time to taste the table legs...)


But now he can get a little more piano practice in.


Maybe a duet with the older brother from time to time.


Isn't life grand when you are 9 months old?