Are we terrible or what? This is our little rap star daughter. :) Last night, we had a dress-like-your-favorite-celebrity OSCARS party at our house and we watched Uncle Jon (Jeff's bro) perform at the Oscars. How exciting! Soren was a baby rapper. Jeff was Forrest Gump, suited with his box of chocolates and I was Nicole/Paris/Lindsay with jewelry on and a doggie in my purse. What fun!

I just LOVE this picture. In the middle is Baby Shelton and on the right is Baby Miller. Monday night was girls' night as my girlfriends brought their little girls over and we watched a chick flick. Judging by this pic, I think our babies would do it again. :) It was so sweet to watch them interact and we laughed our heads off at their expressions.

We are spoiling Soren with attention... she is returning the favor now with kisses and talking. She is cracking us up with her many expressions and sounds. If the TV exploded, by i-pod shattered, my car died, and I was stuck with nothing to do but sit with Jeff and stare at her precious face, I'd never get bored. I've been thinking lately what a great thing it is that God created life to perpetuate itself in the form of babies. As messy as she is, I think it's good that she's also small and cute. If suddenly we had a child and it came to us as a full-sized adult human and it needed diapers changed, constand food, it made strange babbling noises, kicked it's feet, dropped it's binky constantly, cried in the evening, and whose face and neck often reeked of spit-up, I think this would be very hard. Fortunately, when I see this little bundle, I am blown away with how cute it all is! Here are some pix of being with my parents yesterday...