Driveway of Fire!

We went to the parade float preview again this year and had a lot of fun! Though, due to extremely long lines, we forewent the face painting and balloons. It's okay, there was certainly plenty of candy to go around, so it was quickly forgotten. It was a fun little adventure and when we were done Duncan was ready to go to Aunt Traci's house. He was asleep before the freeway.

Speaking of being asleep before the freeway, man this transition from nap to no nap is HARD. I think harder than the two naps to one nap transition!

Anyway, while we were at the float show the kids got their picture taken with a mermaid who gave them each a shell. Abbi's broke the same day and I hear there were many tears. Duncan's lasted a few days but only because we forgot about it. He refound it on Saturday and when he and I ran to the bread store (I am an addict...) I went to hand it to him and it fell to the ground and a piece broke off so you could see inside. I was in trouble! I apologized over and over, I told him I was SO sorry and he said "Mooo-ooom, that mermaid will be so angry with me!!" I assured him she was very nice and I was sure she would understand. After I talked to Traci I told him Abbi broke hers as well and the mermaid was very nice and didn't care. That seemed to work. Whew, dog house.

Duncan has taken to telling me "be calm" when he gets in trouble. "Mom, be calm!" to which I have to respond "I am calm but you still can't do that!" Even better he actually told Matthew to be calm the other day. Yea, funny because Matthew is like the calmest person on the planet. And then there was when he said "be calm mom" out of the middle of no where and I looked over to see him digging through my nightstand drawer. He knows he's not supposed to be in there... Way to announce you being naughty! It was like the one time Matthew forgot to buckle him in to his seat and as I was driving I heard "Wheeeeeee!!!!" over my right shoulder because he was standing up and turned around. He told on himself, if he would have just kept quiet... Again "I am calm, but you still cannot play in my drawer..."

Monday night for family night was had Pavement of Fire! (Thanks Tracy and Matthew for that title!) and we had all of Matthew's family over for fireworks and fun. Everyone was going to bring the fireworks that they were plannig with their family and we could set them off together. Ami returned hers though, hearing that Matthew and Gary were all over it, and brought three tubs of homemade ice cream! YUM.

About an hour before the festivities there as a down pour, and then it slowed to a drizzle which remained most of the time but Matthew cleared out the garage for chairs and blankets and we all sat in there to watch. Mid-way through the show LouAnn asked what my neighbors would think about it and I told her Matthew was too endearing for any of them to hold a grudge! Little did I know, my favorite neighbors missed neary the entire show, driving up right before the end. She was upset we hadn't called her for the fun! Mad neighbors indeed. Matthew offered them a peace offering of homemade ice-cream and she forgave us.

On a separate note, the iPad finally got a clue... Us us us us, yay! No more auto-correct to u's. Us us us. Us u's u's.. Oh man... U's u's u's spoke too soon.

Shannon and Tracy also joined us which is good because they were on Duncan all night. No one really keeps him as entertained as Charlotte. I couldn't have done it without the help from everyone since Matthew was lighting the fireworks. So all hands on deck. Dylan even joined us and hung out on Aunt Eden's blanket for the festivities.

It was a late night as I rushed the boys in to the tub right before bed! Course they didn't sleep in, man... They should get that sleep is a great thing don't you think?

We also got the rest of Matthew's birthday present, a trampoline! Matthew and Duncan busied themselves putting it all together and it's great fun. I forgot how much fun they are! Yay for entertainment!

And we have some sickles here. I cursed myself Monday night as I finished up Dylan's feed I said out loud to her "Wow, you haven't puked in a while!" 15 minutes and a splash later and I turned around and she was sitting behind a puddle as big as she was! Whoopsie. Thinking it was a fluke, we fed her a full feed before bed (bad idea) and basically she's been on a slow drip ever since. i will try a larger one time feed later today and see how she does. Bummer though.

Ian just seems to have a cold, which means we are all next. Boo.

I love how the mermaid and Duncan have the same look on their faces. (She looks like she would get very angry doesn't she?)


Cousins! Don't you wonder what Greg was thinking?


I just looked down and found him here and Traci had to snap a picture. I tucked him in after, he was down for the count. Apparently parades bore him? Who would have thunk it?


Ian didn't care about anyting but the Smarties! Bring 'em on!


And Dylie...


Another CHEEESE!


He officially likes sparklers more than me. Well... then he burst out in tears and freaked out. So we DO feel the same way about them eh?


Cute cousins!


Almost smiling at me. What a cute face!


Driveway of Fire Grand Marshall


Almost twinners!


Ian just wants to "pat pat pat" Asher's head.


But this one's pretty cute!

A Few Feet, and a World Apart....

I read this the other day on your friendly social networking website... I am not even sure which friend shared it and allowed me to see it, but I am so grateful that they did and thus allowed me the opportunity to share it with my friends as well. In an effort to have as many people see it as possible I need to share it here (So, you know, all four of my loyal readers will see, if they haven't already). This also serves as allowing me to keep it forever. (You know, in my 2011 blog book that I will do in 2015 *wink* *wink*)

A Few Feet, and a World Apart....
A note from Kristina Smith Blizzard

I will feel better if I get this off my chest, even though I know the people who will read this are not the people to whom it is addressed...

You and I stand just a few feet, and a world apart.

You are the old lady in the restaurant who gave me a stern look, then elbowed her friends, so they could also stare at my daughter. You shook your heads in open disapproval. In your world, children aren't born 3 and a half months early, and they don't have life threatening strokes, therefore they have absolutely no excuse to be using a bottle at 4 years old. In my world, the fact that my daughter can take anything by mouth is both a miracle, and the result of years of painstaking effort.

You are the irritable man at the Science Center who gave my children a blatant look of disgust when they had trouble staying in their seat during your presentation. In your world, parents are expected to control their children in public, and children have no excuse to behave that way. In my world, my children have ADHD and autism, which makes sitting still very difficult for them, even when they are on medication and are really trying to behave. 
 
You are the lady in the mall who rolled her eyes at me because my daughter was making too much noise. In your world, parents should teach their children to use their "inside voice." In my world, the fact that my daughter can make any vocalizations at all is really amazing. Her left vocal cord is paralyzed from nerve damaged caused by a chest surgery which was done when she weighed less than 2 pounds. In my world, not all children are capable of understanding the concept of an "inside voice."
 
You are the neighbor who notices with dismay that my yard doesn't look quite as manicured as it once did. In your world, there is time and energy to put in to things like that. In my world, I am too exhausted to care much about the yard anymore. I have bigger concerns that consume my days and nights, important things like trying to teach my 4 year old how to communicate her basic needs.

You are the fair weather friends I once had, the ones who simply evaporated while I struggled for months to cope with having a critically ill child. In your world, friends are only worth having if they are always fun to be around, and aren't likely to need anything from you. In my world, friends don't need to be asked. They can see you need help, and are quick to offer it.

You are the checkout lady in the grocery store who said to me, "I am SO glad that isn't my kid," not realizing that it was my own son you were commenting to me about. He was having a meltdown, and my husband was taking him out of the store, while I checked out as quickly as I possibly could. In your world, children with special needs are a curse. You pity them, rather than value them as people. With your eyes, you see only their deficits. In my world, special needs children are a blessing beyond measure. They teach us invaluable lessons in gratitude, patience, faith, and the value of life. With my eyes, I can see the miracles you sadly fail to see.   

You are all the people who smugly pass judgment on us. I know most of you do so without knowing all the facts. I realize you measure our behaviors by the only rules that you know, the rules that govern your world. You can not know how deeply your thoughtless responses cut. On most days, I extend to you a courtesy you fail to give us. I silently pardon, and excuse your behavior. Because you do not live in my world, I know you can not begin to fathom how hard my children work to try to meet the expectations of your world, and that they are doing the best they can despite their challenges.

I both forgive, and sometimes envy you for your ignorance. 

...and so ends the rant....with my apologies.

To the special needs parents who read this, I would like to invite you to join my facebook support group for special needs parents "Loving a Miracle - Special Parents Supporting Each Other."
https://www.facebook.com/groups/325329864348?ap=1

Cabins and parks

We went up to the cabin for the first time this year and it was a TON of fun. Though I must admit, watching the raging river on my right the entire way up did make this mom a little nervous. Duncan's fine, we can talk to him and he's pretty darn obedient (it helps that water makes him nervous) but then there's Ian! Who, like Dylan's therapist Mike says, is the most dangerous animal on the planet. Seeing as how hismotorr function is far more developed than his brain function!

And the kid LOVES water. I am just picturing him seeing the river and running toward it, arms flailing in excitement.

But alas, everything was easy. Many hands... Kristen was on Ian most of the night, probably remembering having her own littles up there! HE was very well taken care of the whole night!

We also had some special friends come up who are close enough to family to blend right in. Shannon, Tracy and Charlotte came up! Yay! Duncan and Charlotte play so well together it was so fun for Duncan to have her up there. Of course, Duncan's harder on her than she is him so she might not feel the same way! It seems like they have a lot of fun together. We love hanging out with them, and with family too it was the best of both worlds!

For Dylan's therapy this week we went to the park again. We will need to work on climbing for stairs and things, and walking on uneven surfaces like grass. We also need to work on transitioning from one surface to another.

Thank GOODNESS my mother had work off because she was able to join us and chase little boys! Really, there's no way we could have done it without her. When we were leaving Mike said we needed to come back but I don't think we pay enough for my mom to quit working her real job just to come to therapy an hour every other week during the summer. Boo!! Really though, I don't know what Mike is thinking, we shall see. He has such big plans, climbing hills, walking on trails... Eeeek.

On the way home from the park Duncan said "Grandma, I am firsthy (thirsty) with a milk shake!" and he got a milkl shake. Silly kid. They love Mike but they dropped him like an old hat when grandma came along!

Mike mentioned that he remembers when he first saw Dylan. He said he was talking to one of our other favorites therapists, Pat, and she kept telling him "This kid...!" and he was like "There's no way, you're crazy!" Apparently they very much disagreed on what she could physically do. He said he never would have guessed then that she would be doing this stuff now... He still thinks it's unbelievable because she just doesn't have the muscles in her legs and bum... but in his words "I guess she obviously does... ... or else she wouldn't be doing this!" As he's watching her do her own thing.

Pat always believed in her, every step along the way. She could always see her potential. Big hearts to Pat.

The kid says "cheese" now!


This picture is for Traci - Someone got into the chocloate milk...


Learning to walk on uneven surfaces and transitioning from one surface to another


Me thinks Mike is a little too big...


Cute little Lotte holding a baby!


Cheese! Eating a yummy lemony cupcake


He gave Owen a kiss


Dylie chilling at the cabin (no hands!)


Okay - She wasn't on Ian the entire night... wait... where's Ian?


Buddies - You should see the s'more shmorgasborg in front of them...


Grandma chilling at the park, this was short lived.


Most of the time she was working!


Hard


Asher chillin' at the park


"Ian..."


"What"


Making a mess


Remember when everything was this wonderful? Yea... me neither.


A hug and a kiss! (Asher is loving it...)


Cute big and little.


I wanted to get Ian saying "choo choo" because it's so cute! But we get him saying cheese as well when he spots the camera!

Scheduled

I finally got a chance to call the hospital to check on when Dylan has SB clinic. I thought she was due in May... See technically we haven't been to a full clinic in a while because December was when we just went in and saw Dr. Thompson about the spasms. She checked and we are due for the bladder study, but she didn't say anything about clinic, just that we could schedule it. Maybe they don't have to go as frequently as they get older?

So we tried to get the CMG (bladder study) the same day as clinic and that pushed us to August but then she asked "Does she need to be sedated", for the bladder study, can they do that? We haven't needed it in the past and would she need it now? Well that's questionable, but you remember that hearing test that we have been putting off? It's the ABR test and the testee is sedated while they test to check the brains response to certain pitches and sounds... So, I guess this is our opportunity?

As a reminder, Dylan's failed hearing tests for certain ranges in her left ear. I have been putting this more accurate test off too long. She can hear, as evidenced by her response to her name, but she does have a tendency to hold music toys up to her right ear to hear them better. So, we should see...

Problem with this is that I also have no clue where to send the results! The hearing test was recommended at the Neonatal follow up and I have absolutely no intention of ever going to that blasted place again (even though I think they are due to call me shortly...). So I will call Dr. Ped and see if he's comfortable reading the results and recomending a Dr. Ear if needed. I am sure he will be fine with it, I will probably put him down as having referred me too... he's used to me taking things into my own hands so it probably won't be a surprise.

Dylan's eating also needs an update. She is eating. It's awesome. The other day she ate an entire lemon pudding in 7 minutes. I think she was hungry... normally I try to catch her when she's getting hungry but not starving and I may have pushed it. Whatever it was though, it worked! So yay!

The D's went back in school for three days in a row and I was so happy to be able to tell them that she's eating again! Except... on Monday she only took 5 bites. Shelley was happy because that was a great improvement to the pursed lips Dylan was giving her a month ago. But Tuesday I picked her up and Shelley said she ate the whole thing. She said it was great that she was able to have snack time with all of the rest of the kids. Yay! I can't even believe she ate the whole thing. I am proud of her.

Of course, on day three she was back to five bites! All she wanted to do is play apparently. BUT she did eat the whole thing for me the next day. So off and on I guess, I will take it!

The Families for HoPE announced the location for the Summer 2012 conference and it's Charlotte, NC... hooray for it being somewhere that I have never been to right? So hopefully we will be able to make arrangements for us to attend and meet a lot of other HPE kids and parents. I feel like I get to know the kids online so it would be nice to finally meet them. Not sure how we will do it, that's FIVE plane tickets for us, FIVE and then if we can somehow convince someone else to go along with us to help with the kids SIX. Not counting Asher of course. I know they have some sibling activities, but I think these guys are far too young. Maybe we could talk someone in to adopting one or two for a few days right? It's not completely unheard of in Matthew's family so we shall see... it's a year away so a lot of time to figure out the details.

I took this picture so you could see how long this baby is. He is LONG. How Eden ended up with Lanie who is very short and very fat and I got the long skinny one is beyond me!


Charlotte and her mom and dad came over for fireworks last weekend. Look how grown up my big boy looks doing his pop-its!

My Cleaning Schedule

I have a plan!! I know at least one person is interested in this! (Shout out!) But I also think having it here on the blog will be an easy way for me to reference it...

I am no cleaning pro, let's get this down straight. In fact, I am so terrible at it that I desperately needed a plan to help me keep up! Oh sure, we could hire someone, but I can't really justify that unless I am hugely pregnant or have a newborn and it's safe to say we are out of that stage for a little while. So, in an effort to get a grip on my cleaning I came up with my new cleaning plan.

A few tips:
Practice ten-minute or twenty-minute tidy every day. It's amazing what you ca do running around the house like a mad-woman in brief spurts!

Never leave a room empty handed. I read this a couple months ago and it's changed my LIFE. There's always something that needs to go where you are going.

If you see something that needs to be pick up, do it. You know, like the little tiny pieces of paper that come off of Dylan's needle every morning... No one else wants to do it.  Just do it. 

Monday
 Kitchen
   Dishes
   Declutter counter
   Dishes
   Wipe down appliances
   Clean out refrigerator
   Wipe floor under garbage can
   Wipe counter top
   Wipe table
   Wipe down high chair   
   Wipe trim, doors and light switches   
   Straighten pantry
   Sweep

 Laundry
   Run through
   Fold
   Put away
   Pick up laundry room
  
  Empty weekend diaper bag

Tuesday
  Laundry
   Sheets
   Vacuum mattresses
    Master    
    Dylan
    Duncan
    Ian
   Run another load (you know there is one... Or is that just me?)
   Finish putting away left over laundry

  Bedrooms
   Pick up/organize kid's toys
   Dust
   Vacuum (also living room rugs)
   Declutter
   Wipe trim, doors and light switches
   Wipe window sills and blinds

Wednesday
  Bathrooms
   Declutter counters
   Wipe counters
   Wipe toilets
   Clean toilet
   Wipe floors
   Wipe tub
   Clean mirrors
   Fill hand soap
   Pick up toys
   Launder and replace towels
   Wipe trim, doors and light switches

  Laundry room
   Declutter
   Wipe appliances
   Sweep
   Clean floors
   Clean dog dishes/mat
   Wipe trim, doors and light switches

Thursday
  Floors
   Toys from under couches
   Vacuum
   Mop
  
  Living room
   Wipe tv
   Clean mirror
   Wipe window sills/blinds
   Wipe trim, doors and light switches
   Clean fireplace glass
   Clean tv table glass
   Dust
   Vacuum under couch cushions
  
  Hall
   Trim
   Wipe corners
   Wipe walls

Friday
  Front room
   Dust
   Vacuum
   Vacuum stairs
  
  Downstairs
   Vacuum 
   Wipe trim, doors and light switches
   Bathroom

  Plants 
   Water
   Trim dead leaves

No, this plan does not include a day off during the week. Really it's jam packed with jobs to do... But I have nothing on Saturday, so if a day is missed it can easily be made up (or skipped altogether depending on the job and if I did a thorough enough job last week)

Also, my house really needs to be vacuumed ever couple of days which usually works into my cleaning schedule nicely (and sometimes let's me have a light day on the official vacuuming day!)

Oh and I know you aren't going to climb up and take apart your light fixture every week, why would you? But if it's on the list you will at least look at them and see if it needs to be done right? Same with shutters and trim... Vacuuming mattresses? Every week might be over kill! But while you have the vacuum out...

Boy did I have a busy week the week I put this together. I wanted to start fresh so I did everything on this list! Phew... Now I can take a couple of weeks off. Just kidding!

So there we have it. Sounds like a plan!

Are you as impressed as I am?

Remember what they said? You probably do, because rarely do I forget to remind you but we were told that Dylan would probably not do much. She won't talk, she won't walk, she might never smile. Remember that? Apparently so does Dylan.

Over the last week she's been walking. On her own. All day long. I haven't been prompting her at all. She just goes and goes and goes then naps, and then wakes up and wants to just go and go again. It's amazing. I am shocked.

She's probably fallen to her knees, or worse, thousands of times. Thousands. It's all she does is fall, over and over, but all she sees is that before each fall she has succeeded. Each fall is a success to her because not only has she pulled to standing, she has stood by herself and she has taken at least one step. Probably several.

Each time she stands, every time she tries, she gets a little bit better. And she knows it.

This most recent development is beyond amazing. In fact, if I stop and start to think about it I really can't hold myself together. It's absolutely the most incredible thing to watch and it's a bit over-whelming. She takes my breath away.

And then I watch and it happens again, she walks, from one corner of the couch to the other, falling just short (I think she gets excited). Or just now, from the child gate nearly all the way to the counter in front of the fridge. I bet within a week she will walk the whole way without falling short. I will be shocked if it takes as long as a week.

I don't think I would persevere like she does. I would quit, then I would try again, and then I would quit. Not Dylan. Time after time. She falls and she stands, knowing she just fell short and the next time there is a possibility that she will make it, a thousand times she had has to have thought this. Or more.

Those of you who have seen this already sorry, I couldn't resist sharing as soon as it happened so these will not be any surprise to some of you. But even though you have seen them already, I still bet they will take your breath away.

This was the first time I turned the camera on, deciding it was high time to document this (By now, she had been shocking Matthew and I several times over the weekend when we would look over and she would be walking in the middle of nowhere.) I thought for sure she would get her right foot caught on the tire of that toy... I was holding my breath. She showed me. Be patient - I wasn't kidding when I said I wasn't prompting her and miracles take time...


And I couldn't settle for just one video, so several hours later I turned on the camera again.


And again (A lot of background noises on these, sorry!)


Without words.

Okay - A few more...

The icing on the cake - Thursday she ate nearly an entire thing of pudding for lunch. (Yes, when you don't eat you can have whatever you want for lunch!) There was maybe an ounce left in the container? I almost took a picture to document it but then I reassessed and decided not to. You would have been impressed though.

Not only was she eating it, but for most of the time I didn't have to touch her cheek to remind her to open it and take a bite. She saw it coming and opened wide. This is amazing because we are almost to where we were when I stopped (and even the open mouth for such a long tme is an improvment).

Not only that, but she would have eaten more if I would have pushed it. I just sensed she was starting to slow down and I wanted to keep it positive so I stopped.

I seriously heart this little person. She is a true miracle.

Happy birthday daddy!!

Yay for today! For it's today that we celebrate a BIG FAT (FAT!) birthday to Matthew!

He might kill me, but his admin called me and asked for me to dig up a few pictures... Really, he might kill me. I keep waiting for the phone to ring These are the ones I dug up.









Let's face it, he should be glad I "couldn't find" any of the ones when he was in High School! So, he really owes me.

Happy Fourth

Okay, it is so, SO much easier to type on a real keyboard rather than the iPad. So much easier. We had a lapt on the counter but it was seriously dragging and Matthew thought it best that he take it to Brandon to get it reimaged.yay, fantastic, whatever. I can blog around it for a few weeks. But then I remembered that the first year of this blog's book is actually on that laptop. that wouldn't be a big deal if I hadn't started using a program for pictures that cannot be imported to a book. So I had spent a lot of time digging through pictures, finding the right one's, moving them to the laptop where the book is. So much time in fact, that I was plum sick of looking at it and never finished. All that was left was proof-reading. If you read the blog, and/or know me, you know this is the most time consuming part. Spell-check? Easy enough... But random auto-corrects? Bah!

We knew we needed to get the laptop back so I can finish that and while it was here and I was finishing I could keep blogging from the laptop. All great except it's been almost a month and we still haven't gotten the un-reimaged computer back! Booooo. I am left to sporadically blog on my iPad. Talk about random auto-corrects. Every time I try to type us, it auto-corrects to u's. U's. U's. U's. Apparently I play too much scrabble and always have to many u's? LAME.

Okay okay okay - So Yay, we got the laptop back Sunday night. I went ahead and ordered the book (typo or no typo) just to get it done. Yippee... except now as soon as we see Brandon we will just give the laptop back to him to fix. Boo. Ha!

On Saturday night we went to see grandma LouAnn play her violin in the city symphony in the city park's amphitheater. It was so much fun! However, hauling all the kid's from the car was quite the chore. Three need to be carried and one needs a hand holding because there happens to be a raging river going through the park right now. Duncan kept asking if we were going to fly a kite because he saw a park and said "people fly kites here!" even though there were no kites around on this particular evening.

Once there, it takes a village to keep a gaggle of littles somewhat entertained and contained. The best part is when Duncan had to go to the bathroom on the song right before Matthew was supposed to randomly stand up and start singing "flash mob style" my bad. So I sent Michael to relieve him in case it took too long. Then it dawned on me, Michael was singing too! So then I sent Bob! Who made it to the bottom of the theater when all of the other three came out from a job well done (and remarkably speedy too!).

Dylan had a blast. Her face just lights up when the orchestra starts playing and she just smiles and looks around to see if everyone else can hear it too. It makes every bit of hassle worth it.

It was so fun! Thank goodness we had Bob, mom and Melissa to help because seriously... WOW.

We paid for all the fun on Sunday though, we were up late and Duncan through an epic "I want my daddy" fit. I haven't ever seen anything like it (although Ian's get close, daddy's boy!) and I am sorry you missed it. As a result he had to miss church (don't tell him!) and nap. Dylan was the only sane one on Sunday actually... Good girl.

Except for the teeth grinding, she rediscovered that on Sunday to try to compete with everyone else's bad mood on my irritadeness scale. I hate when she re-re-discovers teeth grinding. Ouchy.

Speaking of her. I think she's finally got that walking on her feet is far more comfortable than her knees. This week we have finally turned the corner in to spontaneous walking. She stands everywhere and tries to walk. A quarter of Matthew's family swears they saw her stand up in the middle of the room a couple of times. Not saying we don't believe them, but well... We don't believe them. I think she probably stood up on the side and tried to walk and they caught the tale end of the walking. That's what's been happening around here... A lot. She's getting brave and is close to stepping up to standing but she's not quite there. I give her four weeks for standing on her own. Yes, she's that close. Awesomeness right?

Meanwhile she stands and tries to walk all over, without even having an end destination or toy in site. She stands, takes a few steps, falls and moves on. She seems like she would rather be standing. Uhm. Yay! Girl's got drive I tell you.

I have also started feeding her again after several months of not feeding her. Me, big fat and pregnant or with a newborn... Her, not eating. Shelley was doing it at school but when they said she couldn't do it everything stopped altogether and it actually hurt our progress. Bad. I started a little over a week before she went to school again and she wasn't having it. We are talking pursed lips and the works. So then she went to school and Shelley told me that she got nuthin' from her. I knew... So we have been working on it, trying at least once a day depending on other factors and finally, FINALLY this last weekend she started opening her mouth again. She ate half a pudding the other day but if she gets mad at me I don't make her eat more than a few bites. Eating is fun right?

So we will keep cracking.

Happy Fourth, we have no clue what the plan is for this evening but we will surely cme up with something and take lots of pics!

It took another bit of talking in to, but here he went again!


And, mama's little fish...


Who makes the funniest faces...


But can't take a bad picture. This kid kills me.


This was right after the music started, in the amazement stage.


My big boys


My little boy


I love this picture because they both have the same look on their face. So funny.


A hug. Or torture. Depending on who's point of view you are coming from.