I have some mixed feelings as we always do with children growing up. I am relieved to not have to share my bedroom with the baby and excited to have my bedroom back in the evenings, but moving him out is one more sign that he is not my little newborn anymore. (At 16 pounds, he is not nearly as little as he was--nearly twice his birth weight!) It gives me a little queer ache to see his bed upstairs. The girls were terribly excited about the whole thing, of course. We'll see how it goes.
Here are some 4-month-old pictures of Buster:
He looks just a little bit like his sisters, doesn't he? Here is Sunny at 4 months:

Want more proof? Here is Missy:
Kandy was an infant before we had a digital camera, and I don't have all our pictures scanned in. No wonder most people say our kids look alike. As the nurse said today, "You do have a mold, don't you?"
In other news, Sunny had some more tests today, and they came back great! She received a blessing yesterday, and it has helped immensely. She had more energy today and was a lot less pitiful. The rash is almost completely gone. She even got out of bed twice this evening, which, while annoying, is a very good sign that she is getting back to normal. Thank goodness for the priesthood.
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