Hello friends and family!! It's been a tad busy over here, hence the lack of any updates. So without further ado...
Michael (a.k.a. The Fat One) is large and in charge, weighing in at over 17 pounds (90th percentile, thank you very much). Fat and happy as can be. TFO is fascinated by his big brothers, who are less than fascinated by him. "He doesn't have teeth, mommy," they keep reminding me (apparently the day he grows teeth he'll be worthy of their attention). Every once and a while one of the big boys will show him some lovin', but he usually gets ignored. His big brothers are just too busy playing and too involved
|Big Mike today.|
|1 week old. Nice, fluffy hair.|
The big boys are great. They are about to graduate from their 3-year-old preschool class, which terrifies me because it means the summer is here, and SCHOOL IS OUT. Last summer (I was newly pregnant and potty training) (the boys, not myself) nearly did me in. Age 3 to 3.5 was rough. But when the boys turned about 3.5, they suddenly became so much more mature. OK, so I use the word "mature" extremely, extremely loosely, but let's just say that poop painting appears to be a thing of the past. The boys are best buds, and the best thing about multiples is that your kids have constant playmates and (for better or worse) partners-in-crime.
Before I sign off, a quick shout-out and thank you so very much to all who supported our March of Dimes team this year. We exceeded our goal and raised over $1100!
|At the 2011 March for Babies, showing off their signs on Ambassador Row.|
Thanks for checking in. Now that I've done an official update, I'm back on the blog wagon. Will start reporting again regularly on the delights and chaos of