For his birthday, Sam got a ski lesson from his grandparents - the beginning of an expensive family tradition. However, he woke up sick the morning of the lesson, so Morgan unenthusiastically went in his stead. To my complete surprise, it was a success and she enjoyed herself enormously.
When Sam finally got his turn, I was again surprised that he was less thrilled with the experience and not sure about continuing. Talk about role reversal. But just like boating and national parks, skiing is not considered an optional past time in Erik's mind, so next winter will see more ski lessons, cheese fries and endless hot chocolate (Sam liked that part). Thankfully kid season passes are only $10 - Erik's, not so much.
Kate has formed a near obsession with brushing teeth, and she isn't choosy about whose brush she's using.
We tried moving a dresser into the basement on our own (meaning Erik and an ineffective cheerleader) and this was the result. Turns out cardboard slides are useful not only in moving furniture down stairs but people as well. An Instacare visit confirmed there were no broken bones, but it has still been alarmingly slow to heal.
Sam's artwork really started blossoming this spring. So far we've had no luck in fixing his somewhat dyslexic name - he doesn't see the problem.
We went in for the 8 week ultrasound and discovered that we were actually 11 weeks along. We still don't know how that's biologically possible, but I wasn't going to reject news that placed me closer to being done.
An impromptu neighborhood hike in pajamas that Kate was clearly not consulted on.
I've been so sick with this pregnancy that I completely missed the Easter egg hunt. I bought and filled eggs and then went to bed while Erik and his parents handled the parts that required movement.
Erik wanted me to try for an Easter picture before they shucked their nice clothes - I should have said forget it. Getting a nice picture of all three of them is nearly impossible. Sam refuses to look directly at the camera anymore and Kate is way too easily distracted.
It didn't take too much whining about my sad state before my mom hopped on a plane and came to help. I don't think she minded much. I'm still not sure she's forgiven me for taking half her grandkids away from her.
A recent development when they learned about Captain Underwear. After I kiboshed underwear on the head, they grabbed Sam's pull-ups and called themselves Captain Pull-Up. Erik was so proud.
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