Crazy People

Can we say L-O-O-P-Y? Perhaps it was the cough medicine, or perhaps it's the genes.

(Jojo and crazy Mommy)

It must be the genes.

I think apples don't far from the tree and this is very very true in our household. Crazy Mommy plus loony Daddy equals crazy loony kids.

The Rock Star!

In between a high temperature of 102.2 F and a low of 99.0 F, this is the Sunday night jam session brought to you by Matty himself. Matty on guitar, Mommy on baby rattle, Daddy on drums, Katie & Jojo as audiences. Rock on!

(Click on the picture to play the video.)

Finally, Christmas Decorations Are Up!

Since it's already dark by the time we get home from picking Matty up from pre-school, he has had great fun looking at all the Christmas lights on people's homes. One day he said excitedly, "Pretty lights!" but then he realized something and said in a sad voice, "There are no lights in my home, Mommy! No lights in my home."

So finally, here it is. You wouldn't know he was suffering from a 101.1 fever by the way he jumped up and got busy hanging decorations on the tree.

Here is Big Bro putting up decorations on the tree, with the girls as spectators.

Big Bro disappeared and the spectators got bored.

All done! Or as done as it's going to get. Big Bro got distracted by the train ornaments and went off somewhere with them. The twins got bored and started crying. All done indeed.

Bath Time

We don't have a lot of shots of the little man in the bath, so this is long overdue. He is always so happy at bath time, but it isn't easy to get him there! It's always, "I want to do this first and then take a bath."

He came down with a low grade fever in the middle of the night, but he is his normal difficult self this morning (with no fever) so we sent him off to school. Hopefully he stays well and doesn't come down with the flu courtesy of his dad.

We are scheduled for a family portrait on Sunday, but right now that isn't looking too good. I don't think sick kids make for a good photo.

Hands Off!

The twins got their 3rd RSV shot this morning, and their first flu shot. Hopefully the flu shot provides some immediate protection, as we suspect Daddy's cold that took him down from Monday thru Wednesday was really the flu.

This little red sign was a gift from the makers of the RSV shot and I love it! It saves me from having to tell people not touch the girls, especially when I pick up Big Bro. Though I don't have to worry about Big Bro's class mates gathering around the stroller and touching the twins when I pick him up from pre-school, I now have to worry about adults touching them when I leave them in the hallway and I'm not around.

Mine, Mine, Mine!

Katie: Oooh, a hand. Yummy!

JoJo: My hand! Mine!

Katie: No, I found it first!!

JoJo: Mine, mine, mine! Give it back!

Katie & JoJo: I'm tired, let's just lie down.

A Sasquatch No More

You would think a reaper with some sort of a machete is coming at him. The drama! All I wanted to do is show of his new haircut. It turns out we don't have a sasquatch (just look at the picture below, if you don't believe me) as a first born. Underneath all the hair was a handsome, mischievous, not-so-little 2-year old (who can hardly contain himself with the thought of Santa bringing him a bike for Christmas).