May was about two things around here: birthdays and illness. The first part of the month consisted of one birthday party after another, cummulating, of course, in the big party for our new three-year-old.
Like the shiner by his eye? He ran into the sofa a few hours before the party, just in time for it to get good and red before pictures. Oh well. He got seven different packs of Hot Wheels, and was thrilled by every last one.
We had a blast with friends
and then birthday season was over, and 24 hours later the littlest guy was miserable. They've all had ear infections on top of a cold; Noah and Owen are on round 2 of antibiotics. So that's where we've been.
I'm Noah, 7.5 years old. I get into trouble with my brother Nate, 5 years old. And my brother Owen, he's 2, but I don't get into very much trouble with him, so he's better. And I have a good Mom and Dad. My mom's 36 right now and my dad's 37.