Little Man

Yikes, he's 7 months now (nearly 6 adjusted age). Can you believe it? He didn't even mind the cheesy birthday hat. Whatta boy.

One more month until we can take him out. I'm getting so antsy!

Ultrasound Update

More good news. No strike that-- great news.
We survived Kean's ultrasound. Mr. Wiggles made me feel like I was participating in a bucking bronco rodeo event. I spent 55 minutes trying to hold down the little bugger. And for as hungry as he was, he hardly cried. (He has to fast 4 hours leading up to the ultrasound-- so I got him up nice and early this morning)!
The Radiologist came in to go over the tests and said that the Lypoma looks exactly the same-- meaning there has been no change and no growth -- again. So that's six months of no change. Yippe kai yay. The calcification spots on his liver look the same as well. And his backed up kidney is status quo. In fact, the Radiologist said he doubts we'll have to continue this routine testing-- of course it will be up to Kean's Oncologist-- but as far as he's concerned, we are in the clear.
We see Dr. Chang next week (the Oncologist) and I'm soooo hoping that will be the last visit. I really, really like her-- but not enough to keep seeing her. Oh happy day...

Doctor's update

We survived getting GiGi's stitches out and her finger looks great. My kids have this warped sense of reality about Doctor's offices-- they equate them not with getting better but with getting a lollipop.
Reese informed me while we were waiting and waiting for the doctor to come in-- that she had been very, very brave and deserved a lollipop.
I asked her how she was brave and she told me quote-- she was very brave playing with the toys!
Oh, and by the way, she also told me that when she grows up-- she wants to be a reindeer, Santa Claus and then a doctor -- in that order.
Oh to be 3 going on 30!

Six Months of Pure Love

I can't believe little Kean is about to start month seven in our lives. Someone once told me there is a bond that happens between mothers and sons that words can't begin to describe. I now get that.Kean is the sweetest little guy. He goes to bed at night with a smile on his face and wakes up with one. After three little bedtime terrorists-- I can say wholeheartedly-- I so deserve this.

He still has his crazy comb over-- but we're starting to see some fuzz on the sides and back of his head.

Much of our days are spent kissing his chubby, oompa loompa little cheeks. Can you blame me?

Greer gets the stitches out in her finger today and Kean goes in tomorrow for his follow up Ultrasound (liver growth). I love, love, love all these doctors appointments (if I tell myself that enough times, will it come true?).

Here we go again...

Oh my. She's at it again. Today, Byron and Craig left the office and came by the house.
Me: "I wonder why Daddy and Uncle Craig are home..."
Reese: "I know. Daddy brought Uncle Keg to play with our Barbie house in the garage."
Yes, I'm quite certain that's exactly why. But wait, there's more.
Yesterday at nap time, she wanted to know if Jesus has "magic powers". And if he likes us to laugh and if he likes to laugh with us.
Where did this all come from???
Finally, at bedtime the other night:
Reese: (all serious) "Mom, can I talk to you?"
Me: "Yes...."
Reese: "I don't want to be Carter's boyfriend."
Me: "Okay, you don't have to be."
Reese: "I want to be Derek's boyfriend."
Me: 'You're too young to be anybody's boyfriend (or girlfriend). Go to sleep."
Yikes... we're in real trouble when she hits her teens.

Congratulations to a real life Princess

The girls are starting to like piano lessons more and more (well, they're complaining less and less). Mostly, it's because they have the cutest teacher in the world -- my cousin's daughter, Shaleese. She teaches them piano and voice and best of all, she comes to my house to do it!
Shaleese won the Treasure Valley Junior Miss pageant over the weekend. We are soo proud.

Snow Bunnies

Byron-- bless his sweet soul-- took the girls out Saturday afternoon for a little trip to the mountains. I was so excited for the peace and quiet, but little Kean found it too quiet. He had a hard time napping. I can't say if Byron had all that much fun (I think it was a lot of work) but the girls had a grand time! Uncle Craig gave us an old set of skis and boots, so Holland and Greer took their maiden ski voyages.

Reese promised me as she left that she would be good and only cry "one time". True to her word-- she did. She took her gloves off (because Holland did) and when her hands got cold, she cried.

I can't for the life of me figure out how to flip this video right side up. So you'll have to watch it with your head cocked to one side. Sorry-- please don't send me any chiropractor bills.