I've been craving chicken enchilladas for a few days. So Auntie Kristine graciously came over last night for dinner to help Finn and me eat them (my recipes makes TWELVE!). I also made chipotle ranch past salad which was good, too. Dinner was super good, but I ate too much. Finn was a big pig. I couldn't believe it. He ate an entire enchillada, pasta salad and black beans. I think this was one of the first times that we ate together as a family (and he ate the same thing that we did) for dinner...and man, did he make a mess! I wonder if auntie is reconsidering the whole "having kids thing!" Good thing it was bath night.
Finn was amazing today at PT! He met all of his goals except bending his knees, crawling up and down steps and walking! He pulled up to a bench and cruised left and right, he pulled up to a flat wall and cruised, he transitioned down from both surfaces, stood with his back to the wall completely unassisted for at least THREE minutes, and he cruised from two surfaces with a space in between (so he had to let go)! We were both impressed and were not expecting all of that today! I've always said, when Finn "gets" it, he really gets it. She is having the "gate walker" sent back over to our location so Finn can try that. Hopefully it will be here by next week or the week after! He really is doing amazingly well. Good job, big guy!
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.