When we were expecting William, even before we knew he was a boy, I just knew his name was William. Steve and I sat down one night to talk about names, and I had a list of approximately a million reasons why it had to be William. I swayed Steve easily with my conviction, but his main concern was that Caroline and William sounded too much like British royalty (duh, Caroline is Monacan royalty!). So of course I'm finding it hilarious that Caroline now calls her baby brother "Wills" almost exclusively. :)
Here they are playing their favorite sibling game, "rough house in William's crib."
Caroline's contribution to the photo shoot:
Three-year-olds. Can't live with 'em, can't drive all the way to Nebraska.
4 comments:
Haa! You know baby brothers are special. Mine still calls me "Megs" and he is the only one who gets away with it. I call him "Joshie" and it's the same for me. It's a sibling thing!
...though sometimes we want to.
really? we can't? Why didn't you tell me that before we got in this car!
Wait 'til they are 5 and 6 - then they are driving to Nebraska by themselves!!
Those are such ADORABLE pictures, Samantha. A.Dorable.
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