I admit, I stalk my own blog. But it's kinda like my photo album, scrapbook, and baby memory books all rolled into one place. So occasionally I'll scroll through the past four years, shed a few tears over how fast they've grown, go give them a few thousand hugs and kisses, and write another post about the craziness they created that day.
And then I came across this post...wow! This was almost a year before we even knew of Wilson's existence and yet somehow my then 2 year old already knew of the three brothers. I'm glad God told Harrison about "the third boy" and maybe he'll have the gift of prophecy, but if he starts talking about the puppy we're missing then I'm totally calling his bluff :)