Some to share

Finally getting around to cleaning off the memory card! Thank goodness for journaling on a blog! otherwise these poor kids wouldn't have a scrapbook.

First, Meghan's sinus problems are back. She did great for a couple of months but they're back with a vengeance. Poor kid can't breathe through her nose and is having trouble sleeping well. Put in a call to Dr. Welch and I'm thinking we're going to get a referral to the ENT specialist and the battery of testing.....crossing my fingers that that doesn't happen.

Discovered that Meghan LOVES garlic bread. Can't get the kid to eat any kind of fruit, but she will eat any veggie, any meat, and now garlic bread (shove it in there girl!).

She's learned to nod her head and say yes at the same time...although I'm thinking she'll be sorry after she understands what Matt is asking her:

She's also part monkey. She climbs the coffee table and stands on it like it's Everest, jumps off the arms of the couch if you don't watch her, and tries to bounce from a bed to the floor. She's finally tall enough to reach the edge of the dining room table. She now puts her hands up there, hangs off it, swings, falls, moves to a new spot, and dangles there too. I sense a future chubby gymnast(or an accident waiting to happen).

4th of July outfit that Grammy made:

Playing outside....their angel alter egos (she's always looking at Matt like she's trying to figure out what he is):

And finally, the toothless wonderkind:

I can't figure out what to do with his tooth....isn't it pretty gross to save it? It's tucked safely in a sock drawer for now until I get totally grossed out.......there's got to be some sort of sanitary saving device, right?

One last note for Matt's posterity: he will NOT wear underwear........EVER. He states that it takes too long to put on, you know, being as busy as he is. Haven't decided if a morning underwear check gets implemented or if he just goes commando. I'm thinking we leave him as is; at least he's, uh, comfortable with himself?? It does give me a love/hate relationship with his laundry if you know what I mean.