Xander and his cousin Kate. She will be moving here soon ... we're so excited!

Oh yeah, Kate's mom Em will be moving here too. Here you can see her clearly considering kidnapping Piper.

Fortunately I am already holding Kate hostage. Kate doesn't seem to mind.

Kate makes a break for it but is foiled.

She doesn't seem to mind so much, though. Stockholm syndrome, I guess.

Then there was massive horseplay. Then daddy got tired. He's old and feeble and can't keep up with the tiny toddlers. Xander retaliates by pulling up my shirt.

Oooo look at that pasty white belly! Sexy sexy!

Kate and Xander discuss the horror of the belly.

Awwww. Submit to the sugary cuteness.

Even more cuteness! You cannot resist.

Ah, Xander is clearly going to be a punk rocker. I'm so proud.

Piper says "What the HEY? Punk what now?"

Punk music makes baby Piper cry.

Xander is already reading at 22 months. We are so proud.

"Wooo! Harry RULEZ!"

Daddy likes Terry Pratchett, though. Piper tries to tune it out.

Happy toddler!

"Dad? I'm not going to get a nose like THAT, am I?"

"GAAAAH! I CAN SEE RIGHT UP IT! THE HORROR! THE HORROR!"

You can still see the fear in her eyes. It's genetics, baby. Submit to the nose.

And here we test how many people we can fit into a rocking chair. Similar to stuffing a phone booth or volkswagen beetle, but with more babiness.

Did I mention Karen was taking a cake-decorating course?

She ain't half bad at it.

Eating cake makes Evan sleep. This is my version of an exercise program.

Must ... eat ... more ... cake ...

Awww. Xander likes Piper.

This is just a warmup for the next picture.

BWA HA HA HA HA HA! OK, this one is my favorite.

Xander in the car ...

"WOOOT! I'm gonna go get me some beers and pick up hot todder babes! See you tonight, pops!" Sniff. I thought he'd be 16 before this happened...