Make Me Smile

Seeing pictures of my kids makes me smile. I like how nothing seems to bother them. I wish I could be their age again. Being a grown up in no fun.

Family Pictures

I am not a big fan of pictures. Not of other people, but of myself. However, I have received so much flack from family and friends so I have decided to post. This may be the only time I do so. Enjoy. My beautiful babies did so well this day and the photographer was great. I would recommend her if anyone is interested.

Trick or Treat

The kids had a blast trick or treating. You never would have known both were sick. Mason did infact have H1N1. He has asthma and it can get pretty severe when he has a cold, so I ran him up to the Urgent Care the night before Halloween. Once they started treating his lungs, his fever broke almost immediately. I am so glad that I took him to the doctors. Dr. Wells is the best. Moira has an upper respiratory infection. She was out of sorts for about 3 days, but is back to her normal self. I will be so glad when there are no noses to wipe or temperatures to take. Enjoy the pictures of the kids in their costumes.

My Beautiful Girl

My little princess

Pumpkin Patch Trip for Moira

Today, Moira was able to go the pumpkin patch with her preschool class. I got to go to. She did great. Listened (doesn't happen very often), interacted with the other kids and had a great time. I was a little surprised at the shyness that she exhibited. At home she is rather vocal and demanding, but with the other kids around she was almost shy and reserved. I chalk it up to the fact that both the AM class and PM class was there. She was checking out the other kids. If she had another hour or two, things might have changed. Here are a few pictures of her at the pumpkin patch. Enjoy.

FIRSTS

Mason and Moira had their first days of school this month.

Mason entered the first grade. I remember when he was born in a flurry of chaos; entering the world eight weeks early and worrying all of those who love him. I remember one incident in particular. Matt and I were up for our nightly visit with him in the NICU and he was running a fever. The nurse informed us that we could not hold him and that they were going to do an LP (lumbar puncture). On an infant it has higher risks. She told us that if he took a turn for the worse, they would give us a call. That night, Matt and I were beside ourselves with worry. On his first day of school, I had that same worry. Have we done enough for him to go off and be a decent, respectable, young man with manners and poise. I know we have done our best, but he is still my little boy and I worry about him. He will be fine, but his parents may not!

Then there is Moira. The one who came on time and has been a whirling dervish ever since. She does not take a back seat to anyone and let's you know it. She walked at 8 months, spoke clearly at 14 months and continues to keep Matt and I on our toes today; she in only 3 1/2 years old. She walked into preschool, found her desk and told mom and dad she was fine and to have a nice day. We both walked out of the class with tears in our eyes ( I don't know if it was the fact that our little girl was off to school or if we realized that we won't get to do this again). That is our precious girl. Cute as can be, but watch out. We love her so much.

Meet Max

This is Max. Our Austrailian Shepard puppy. He may not look like a puppy, but he is. He is about 5 months old and just like babies, everything goes in his mouth. When Moira became potty trained, I thought 2AM diaper changes were over, but not with Max. With his potty training days behind him, those 2 am potty breaks outside are not that far of a distant memory. Thank goodness he has it down. That was a killer. The kids sure do love him to pieces. He fits into our family so well.