Yesterday, we headed over to the Borns to watch the Vikings game and belatedly celebrate Vincent's baptism and Quinn's 3rd birthday. The Vikings (actually!) won, which was a nice suprise. Thanks for a yummy lunch and a nice afternoon, Borns!
We headed home and got our Christmas on! I'm to the point where I easily get tired, so I haven't had much motivated to do anything. Luckily, Jim went into OCD mode and did about 90% of it by himself, with me watching. Finn was napping during some of it and the tree, lights and angel were lit when he woke up.
We are trying to teach Finn to say, "Merry Christmas" but so far, just his version of "Christmas" comes out. Although, he has "santa" down and says it every time he sees a picture of Santa. Pictures with Santa this year could be interesting!
Finn woke up with a running nose this morning. So far, he doesn't have any other symptoms and he seems to be in a good mood. Hoping it is just a little cold that passes us by without too much trouble (and that Jim doesn't get it, too!).
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.