Christmas Eve we had plans on having friends over for brunch, but Daniel got pretty sick and his fever wouldn't go away (or come down), so we had a quiet day. Nolan and I went to the Christmas pageant and mass on base, then we got chinese take out and had a relaxed dinner. Followed by sprinkling reindeer food outside, placing the cookies and carrots on the table, with a big glass of milk (Nolan insisted Santa would be very thirsty). Nolan then proceeded to wake up at 2:30 am, hoping Santa had come. Then he woke me up at 3:15 again...he finally went back to sleep and slept in until 7. We had a very relaxing day and all little boys in our house were very excited about their gifts. Danny was struggling, and not feeling well...turns out my poor baby had pnemonia!
The three boys in front of Santa's cookies:
The fam...even Tootsie wanted in the pic (and by the way, she was extra spoiled this year)!
Brian is my husband of 9 years. He brings home the bacon by serving in the Air Force. He has seen me at my worst and at my best and everything in between and my love for him continues to grow, change and flourish with time. Those of us who love him call him the "Theory Man" because we constantly have to ask him if what he is telling us is his theory or a fact...to him there is no difference! He is the most amazing, involved father and his sons are completely over the moon in love with him.
Nolan is our five year old firstborn son. His red hair and big blue eyes match his vivacious, wild and curious personality. He is a ham and adores telling jokes or any other antic that can make us laugh. He is extremely sensitive, making him the sweetest boy I know and the first to get feelings hurt, but that doesn't stop him from keeping up with the older kids in the neigborhood, riding a bike with two wheels like a pro, and always looking for adventure. He's truly the best big brother I know and puts up with more than most, but loves playing with his brothers and showing them the ropes.
Joseph is "Baby A" of our twin boys, born first by a mere 45 seconds. He is my little spitfire, a total and complete handful of a raging boy through and through. He has a temper to boot, hits and pushes when he's mad, and only wants whatever toy his twin brother is playing with. He's also the cuddler I hoped and prayed for and is a complete softy at heart. His laugh comes straight from the belly and vibrates through him. He absolutely worships Nolan and has the same love for making mommy and daddy laugh. Most nights I'm relieved he sleeps through the night, but I still secretly hope he might need a snuggle...just for a bit, just for a moment, before its long gone.
This is our sweet Daniel, otherwise known as "Baby B." At 20 weeks in utero we found out that he has a rare congenital heart defect called truncus arteriosus. At 4 days old Daniel had open heart surgery to correct this, but it is a temporary fix. His second surgery was this past January (2011) and his recovery humbled me to the core. He will be faced with continuing surgeries (at least 2 more) until he is an adult and he is finished growing. He is the toughest little guy I know, and I believe he has a heart for God, because nothing can keep him down. He's a fighter and determined to keep up with his brothers. And with all he's gone through he's still my laid back boy. He adores dancing, loves his brothers and playing peek a boo and just plum loves life. He makes me thankful for each day, and I strive, because of him, to be grateful for each moment.