Both boys did well on the way to Ortonville on Saturday AM. At one point, I wish I could have stopped and taken a picture...they were both sleeping with their heads tilted at the same angle and mouths hanging open. Like father like son, I guess! Finn had enough about two hours in and luckily we were planning on stopping in Benson, which is about two and a half hours, at my aunt Lisa's for a little visit and lunch. Worked perfectly. We got fed, got to catch up, her boys got to meet and play with Finn and Finn got a much needed break from the car (no pictures, darn it. I'm usually better about that...guess I needed a break, too!).
We made it to Oville around 3pm, rested for a while and then braved the hot, humid, no-breeze day to go down to the lake side where all the Cornfest vendors were. Even though they didn't have funnel cake this year (I know, crazy!), the cheese curds, mini donuts, smoothies and everything else were fantastic. After checking things out, we went up to visit Granny with NeNe and Uncle Les. Granny couldn't believe how much food Finn ate...he kyped NeNe and Granny's Indian taco...sorry! On Sunday, I even was able to find the same vendor that I got Finn's extra large receiving blanket from last year (I lost the blanket...so sad!), but got one for baby #2! Yay...it is hard to find them that size and it is perfect for so many things. Yellow with monkeys should work for boy or girl!
Sunday, Jim made a wonderfully huge breakfast and then we headed to the parade...Finn's first parade. After not being too sure at first what was going on and all the loud noises, he loved it. Thankfully, he was too small this year to want or get any candy, but I'm sure next year will be a different story! He did get a frisbee, so we left that at Memere and Grandpa's to add to their toy collection. We made it back last night JUST after kickoff of the Vikings game (would have made it if Finn hadn't had to eat...but people frown upon starving your child, so we stopped!). We were all exhausted after all the activites and heat, but glad we went!
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.