On Sunday, mom went with the kids and me to church. It is so much easier with two adults. We did not have a repeat of last week, but that lady was there…just further ahead of us, so we didn’t apparently bother her. Finn’s new thing is to “shush” us with his finger on his mouth…really loudly! Um, that kind of defeats the point, Finn.
The kids took awesome naps (Korri actually slept 2.5 hours, which for her, is unheard of!) and while they were doing that…we cleaned out the garage BIG time. Yes, this is the fourth or fifth time we’ve “cleaned it out” but hopefully it is the last for a while. It started out with me asking for help bringing the donation stuff to the curb (they are picking up today). And it turned into going through 95% of the boxes and getting rid of a ton more stuff. When Jim gets a bee in his bonnet, there is no stopping him! The dust got the better of me after a while, so I went in and started putting some of the stuff away in there (with Korri’s “help” of course). My mom helped a TON! I think she and Jim secretly like doing that kind of stuff. Me? I’d rather order a dumpster and throw everything in. Although, I do like the tax benefit of making large donations like that. But with that big project going on, the lawn didn’t get mowed yet again. Argh! We need to find a teenage neighbor boy to do it…
And it is amazing that when you have “new old” things, everybody wants to play with them. We brought this chair in from the garage, so of course, both kids wanted to (and often did!) sit on it at the same time…and we found two buses, which they both wanted the one the other had! Argh. Up until now, the “exchange” program worked with Korri (if Finn wanted what she had, he had to give her something else to play with)…but not anymore! Korri: Give it to me and give it to me now…or I’ll scream. Oh, the joys of parenting two young children.
Oh and if you were wondering how the bubble gum is going...Finn does NOT understand the concept at all. He thinks it is funny when he swallows it. Hmmm...I guess swallowing it is better than spitting it out!
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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.



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