We walked into Mom’s on Saturday and the kids had just woken up from their naps. Finn came running over and jumped up for a big hug saying, “momma, momma, dada, dada!” Then Korri heard us and she came thundering through the hallway and kitchen and would have ran me over in her attempt to get in my arms if I hadn’t handed Finn off to daddy and grabbed her. She snuggled into my neck…the BEST thing in the world. They clearly missed us, even though I know they had a great time away, too. For the record, by Sunday night, we were ready for them to go again! I think (hope!) they just need to get back on a regular schedule.
They packed in a lot of fun at Grandma's, even though it was only about a day and a half. Here they are walking their pull toys down the street (Murdock has almost NO traffic, so don't worry that they are on the street)!
The reunion was a lot of fun. To be honest, I wasn’t completely looking forward to it but I think I at least said hi to almost every classmate that was there. Finn and Korri were a handful, but mom picked them up after dinner so Jim and I could enjoy ourselves and actually carry on a conversation. Thank you mom! Finn kept saying he wanted to go in the river...he actually meant the lake but you can tell we live across the street from the Mississippi River! A few of us even went out for drinks afterward! Note: the people who have yet to procreate punked out but the ones who have went out…probably a rare treat to go out without kids! Of course, I left my camera in the car the WHOLE time. Argh, I was so mad at myself.
I started not feeling well Friday (probably partially why I barely stayed up for the Torch Lighting), but figured it was just the cold that Korri had. I woke up Saturday and felt terrible with sores in my mouth. So weird. I took medicine and was able to function at a fairly high level all day, except eating felt like I was swallowing sandpaper. However, when we went out after the reunion, I just hit a wall. Jim stopped to get me more medicine on the way home and I crashed. Sunday, I woke up (very early, thank you kiddos!) with a scratchy voice/throat which quickly turned into no voice at all! While I teased Jim that he is probably happy to have some peace and quiet, it was a huge pain and frustration. I’ve NEVER fully lost my voice before. I have a very “strong” (i.e. loud) voice and was kind of cocky that it was indestructible. I always thought it was kind of neat when people lost their voice. I no longer think that. It takes so much effort to get any noise to come out and as you all know, I have LOTS of important things to say all the time! If I don’t say anything for a while, it kind of recharges and I can get some noise to come out. Maybe if I can keep quiet at work today, I can hopefully at least talk to the kids tonight. Finn and I are kind of the odd couple...he can't hear and I can't speak! My mouth feels a little better today, so hopefully I’m on the mend!
Another reason why I think the kids just need to get back on track: Finn woke up at 4:30 this morning and asked Jim where the sun was. Um, sleeping, just like you and the rest of the world should be! However, I know he understands his alarm clock because he was awake when I was getting ready and as I was leaving at EXACTLY 7:30, I heard him open his door and go into daddy’s room! He IS a good listening boy, when he wants to be.
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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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