We actually got a TON done on the garage yesterday. And by "we" I actually mean "mom!" She is amazing and has tons of motivation. Why didn't I inherit more of that from her? Anyway, we were able to sort through the entire garage! What a good feeling. We have a mountain of garbage (good thing we have unlimited pick up!) and a good amount for donation. Now we have to organize, which is even worse than sorting. What are you supposed to do with momentos that you don't really want and are just sitting in boxes, but have some special meaning? Oh, and Jim needs to go through and clean up his stuff...which means it will still be there next time we clean the garage. Thanks, mom for all your help. I really do appreciate it.
Becky dropped Austin off yesterday morning, so he got to stay and play with all the stuff we pulled out of the garage. It looked like a white trash yard sale. He was also in charge of "baby sitting" Finn, who was in the stroller. Whenever Finn got fussy, Austin would push him around the yard. So cute.
In the evening, Kristine's family, Becky, Austin and we made dinner for mom for a belated Mother's Day dinner. Even if we were really tired from working all day, it was a nice evening with really good food.
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.