I'm receiving hate emails and harassing phone calls from family members for allowing so much time to lapse between posts. Let me assure all of you it can only be attributed to the "Black lung" which has seized our home. The good news is that the boys are on the mend. Only runny noses remain. The bad news is that cold sores have commandeered my face. I have nine (yes, count them, NINE) cold sores right now. And I'm not counting the little tiny ones that huddle near the big ones for protection. I'm talking separate beasts, here. OK, I'm grossing myself out, moving on...
Birthdayness.
My sister Darel uses this term to justify week-long birthday celebrations and ridiculous requests regarding her celebrated day. I've chosen to describe the month of November at our house as pure "Birthdayness". The boys were insanely spoiled by grandparents, great-grandparents, aunts and uncles and honorary Grandma Patti. Mostly the month has allowed Brent and I to re-live the amazing and difficult time that was November 2007.
The boys have come a long way. Their heart, lung and temperature monitors no longer haunt our sleep. We don't live and die by the baby scale each morning, just hoping that the boys have gained weight. We no longer pray for Keith to have a bowel movement so he can eat. And fortunately, Brent and I do not share a less-than-twin size cot 24 inches above a tile floor.
Fortunately, these pictures bring back very real memories that also seem very far behind us.
Presently, the boys are tearing up the house. Just today, furniture was rearranged, an entire box of tissue was torn to shreds and partially consumed, toilet paper rolls were unraveled and literally every reachable kitchen item was pulled from its cuboardly home. And just to make sure I haven't lost my sense of humor, Keith decided to dock his own personal subs in the tub this morning. He just wanted to remind me how grateful I am that he has a healthy bowel system. And in a weird way, I'm glad he did.
