Morgann. Had her eighteen month check-up Friday. And she weighs in at 21 pounds, bringing her up from the 5th to the 15th percentile. Her height is at the 50th percentile and head, 90th. She's been sick. But she plays contently with MaKenna in between our five minute cuddles throughout the day. She fell fast asleep in my arms and I didn't lay her down. I treasured my little baby. If it took being sick to slow her down, I'll take it. She loves to wriggle her way out of our arms and show us what a big girl she is, walking and running. I'm having a hard time letting her grow.
MaKenna, still couldn't slow her down if I tried. Her stories make me laugh. The way she always sings makes me smile. And her care for others makes me proud. She isn't a baby, that stage didn't last very long with her.During the day getting love out of her is almost impossible. But every night at about 2AM she sneaks into our bed where she sleeps soundly until morning.
Mason can read. Write. Add. Subtract. Count to a hundred by 1's 10's and 5's. Almost tell time. And play like little boys are meant to play. He loves yelling across the street to his neighbor friend. Planning play times and things for him to do. They play for hours in our backyard or theirs.
As for me, I maintain my sanity by working 32 hours per week at a job, I LOVE. It keeps me challenged. This summer I am really looking forward to ride the STP (Seattle to Portland) with my dad. It is going to be AWESOME! I'll do some small local races, too. Oh and a girls weekend in Spokane for the Bloomsday run, which I am excited for. However I still want to find one big race, hopefully a half marathon, however the Portland only has full marathon openings. And I am tempted. I'll keep you posted.
Earl's still working on the never ending project of our house. And when that isn't consuming him the kids are. Or his "real" job. Any way he keeps himself busy. He tries really hard to keep me happy, but sometimes I am just impossible. And I love him for that. And so many other things.