Merry Christmas

Marc got the boys these kazoos for their stocking, and they loved them!

Stay at Home Mom

I never posted this, but just before their birthdays this year I quit my job to stay home full time with the boys.  Most of the time I enjoy it, but do occasionally miss the paycheck.  I still have to do some training to keep my CPA though, so I'm not completely out of the loop.  Probably a good thing, because two days after I quit we found out the office here where the hubby still works is most likely going to close.  So much for my plan to return there in a few years.  We are still figuring it all out and hoping we don't have to relocate, but we'll see what happens.

Three and a Half

There is no well child check at three and a half, so I'm not sure exactly how tall C is or how much he weighs.  I know he is getting bigger though, because he is still outgrowing his clothes, and is tall enough to ride his bike now.  He also decided he was ready to use the potty, so is now potty trained except at night.  That means he could start preschool this fall, yikes.  I wouldn't say he is obssessed with any one thing like kids sometimes are (except TV, but I'm trying not to let that take over), but he has been playing with his Legos pretty consistently.  He is also still a picky eater, but his current favorites are fettuccine alfredo, pot pie, and chicken nuggets.  Here are a couple of recent pictures.  He usually always gives that cheesy grin lately when I try to take his picture.

One and a Half

At F's 18 month well child visit back in October, he was 31 1/4 inches tall (15%) and 25 lbs 7 oz (60%), with a head circumference of 49 cm (88%).  He had one vaccine, a flu shot, and he cried but I think C cried more (he got one then too).  He wears mostly 24 month clothes, but can still fit into some 18 month pants.  He is not as picky of an eater and loves mac and cheese, pizza, and chicken nuggets.  He can say quite a few words and is starting to make phrases.  He thinks it's funny to fake a giant sneeze, especially while standing on something he shouldn't be, like the footstool or end table.  We had to convert his crib to a toddler bed the weekend before Christmas because he was climbing out.  I looked into those crib tents because I wasn't sure he (okay, I) was ready to switch but apparently they don't sell those anymore.  It hasn't been as terrible as I thought it would be, except last night he was finally able to open the door himself, so we'll see what happens now.  Below are a couple of recent pictures.  The hat is Cian's, but Fintan wears it quite a bit, even to bed sometimes.