Four Months and an Update

Madi is four months old today! It's hard to believe how fast time has gone. I feel like it was just last week that I was waddling around with a big 'ol belly- so grateful to be done with that! Madi is doing really well. She is gaining weight like a normal babe, and is full of smiles for anyone. We love both our girls so much! Gabi is 23 months, and will turn two in just three weeks! Time sure does fly!

The Girls watching a movie together (Probably Nemo)

This only lasted a few minutes :) Note Gabi holding Madi's hand so she won't touch the "butt"ons

Gabi trying out her winter coat for the first time

Our smiley girls!

Gabi playing with a big puzzle

Getting ready for church

Gabi sure loves her little "Mami"

Little Madi

Self-taken family pic, this was the best one...haha

Madi with her new toy (thanks Heidi!)

Gabi sharing, or stealing- sometimes it's a fine line for her :)

Some videos for your enjoyment.

As for an update, we go into the doctor's next week for another chest x-ray of the Madster to see how she's doing. If her lungs look clear, she can start having breastmilk once a day. Depending on how she tolerates it, she may be able to make the transition completly off of the special formula within a month. Here's for hoping!

Thanks again for all of your contintued love and support, we appreciate it so much!

White Pants

There's something about kids and white pants, white anything really. They seem irrevocably drawn to anything white. Not only are they drawn to it, but is seems as though they feel a certain need, a certain responsibility to make sure that whatever article of white that they come across must needs be marked- with something, anything to break up the seemingly monotonous white.
As I was doing laundry this morning, I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I put into the wash a pair of white capris that I had only been able to wear for a few hours due to the "white pants with kids problem." The capris were sporting two chocolate kiss marks on the knee, where my beautiful daughter, Gabi, had so lovingly placed on them while I was sitting down folding laundry earlier this week.
Maybe the child is not the one to blame. I am the parent, I am responsible for the actions of my innocent child. I choose to wear the white despite the inevitable outcome, yet I still wear them. For the love of my kid, the love of laughter, and the love of my white capris, I will probably continue to wear them.
Oh well, they're just white pants, anyway, right? :)