John Cave Osborne

John Cave Osborne went from carefree bachelor to father of four in just 13 months thanks to marrying a single mom then quickly conceiving triplets. His wife, Caroline, gave birth to their fifth child in July of 2011. They live happily (albeit chaotically) in Knoxville, Tennessee with Briggs, the chocolate Lab that brings it all together. You know. When he’s not chewing on baby toys.

The Gift Of Siblings

The holiday season is a natural time of reflection, or at least I’ve always found it to be. Which is why I’ve been digging through some old pictures of our baby this morning. After all, this will be his second Christmas, and now that he’s walking and even armed with a four-word vocabulary, (mama, dada, bye bye and something we think might be please), I want to be sure to remember every step of his journey.

And as I was reviewing many of Luke’s pictures, I kept thinking I’d be taken aback by the incremental growth I saw as I flipped from one to the other. And I was. Only it wasn’t the incremental growth in Luke that floored me. It was the incremental growth in the relationships he shares with his siblings.

It’s funny. Just like him, I see those bonds every day. But also just like him, those bonds have grown and are even more beautiful now than on the day he was born.

It’s in that spirit that I present to you my 10 favorite sibling pics in the last 17 months.

Baby

Twas the Night Before Christmas, Osborne Style

Twas the night before Christmas and we’ve come to grips
With life that is crazy and laden with trips.
But not ones to Vegas, or islands or Rome.
‘Cuz our trips are little and mess up our home.

The Gift of Brotherhood

Our baby boy was a surprise. At the time he was conceived we already had three-year-old triplets and a nine-year old, and that was plenty for us, thank you very much. As you can imagine, learning we’d be adding yet another little one to a relatively large and chaotic crew threw us for a bit of a loop. One of the things I struggled with most was the concept of our existing family dynamic. Simply put, I just couldn’t imagine how my existing children would make room for their soon-to-be little brother. Particularly my boys.

It’s funny how things work out though. Because they’d sort all that out themselves.

baby boy and brother

When Bad Hair Happens to Good Babies Part II

So there I was, minding my own business over the Thanksgiving Day weekend, sleeping in till 8 (decadent!) when I was awoken abruptly from my slumber by my oldest and the triplets. They had baby Luke with them.

Now, as you can see from the picture below, we’re going “free flow” with Luke’s hair, and I’m not sure why. We didn’t really do that with any of the others. Yet, for some reason, the long unruly locks seems to fit our youngest, so we’re just kinda going with it.

baby boy with long hair

The Season of Gratitude

Tomorrow may be the day we set aside to give thanks, but to my family, it’s just the beginning of an entire season that’s dedicated to gratitude. And this year will be more special than most.

And that’s really saying something. Because 2006 was quite a holiday season for my family. It was our first one together and I’ll never forget how thankful I was to have found my beautiful wife and stepdaughter.

It was no guarantee, you know. That’s the one thing I’d learned in my 36 years. That nothing was a given. And I’d recently reached a point where I began to realize that marriage and a family might not be part of the plan for me.

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