Siss, Mommy and Daddy!

Birthday Trash Truck Arrives!

Hey Uncle Matt and Aunt Rae Rae,

William says "I want to say thank you." (No kidding, by the way, I didn't even prompt him. He came running to the computer to talk to you - but you aren't signed in. Probably because it's 10:30pm there.)

Love, William

Guitar Cake Party

No kidding - I made a guitar cake. With William's help. Although the last two hours he was sleeping. It's what he's been dearly wanting FOREVER. And it had to be red like Joel's guitar. It's pretty cool to have a boy so aware and passionate and incredibly willing to help. I can't believe he's three.

Joyce and the girls and Sean and Kevin and Katie and Jessie and Ethan all came to party with us. It was a whole lot of fun.

February 18th - William's 3rd Birthday!

Oh, what a sweet day it was! Will turned three - and I kept wondering how all this time had gone by so quickly. We got him "turn-out gear" to augment his current collection (of fireman boots, which are really puddle jumpers from Target, socks for his hands as "turn-out gear sock-gloves" and red plastic give-away firemen hats from the fire station). He was completely overwhelmed last night, and other than the hat didn't put any of it on. But then I came home today and he had been wearing his "turn-out gear" all morning. Off and on, off and on. For nap time we folded it carefully and put it on top of his dresser (because that's where firemen would put it). He also explained to me that he just used it to "put out 'tend fires." (That's 'pretend,' by the way.) Then he carefully told me about how he "just loved his turn-out gear, because it's what real firemen wear." Melt a mother's heart. I'm so glad we got him something he loves, and I'm so grateful for this boy!

The Knotts Family!!!

Here we are last night, and finally got us all to smile. I love this pictures because all my loves are happy!

Digger Park Party! Will is Three!! (Almost)

Today we had a little party with Will's friend Ethan at the "Digger Park." Will had a great time once the "sit on digger" was vacant. . . Siss just loved climbing everything in sight.

February 11th

I made the kids a pretend keyboard, and Will set it up so he could really play. He was totally Stevie Wonder-ing it - eyes shut, head going back and forth - you can picture it. Also Sissa really likes the rocking chair my granddad had in his office (he was a pediatrician). . . I found her hiding in their room rocking a eating a "nana." Boy, I love these kids!

February 11th

Being a "Silly Billy."



Reading Time!

February 8th and 9th - Silly Days

Will's getting more and more funny every day, and says the greatest things. For instance he likes to tell me now "Mama, I did that little joke to make you laugh." "Wait a one second." "Mama, I being a silly billy." "That make you laugh?" "Mama, I cleaning out my fire truck (hence why he is completely IN my cupboard - it's his fire truck). I doin' a little work here." And my personal recent favorite - "Not take my picture Mama, I rockin' out here." Serious work, rocking out

February 4th

Sissa got this beautiful clip from one of our MOPS friends. She liked posing for the photos. This is her in all her beauty! (Oh, by the way for the story of the split lip see previous post on February 2nd.)

February 2nd

On January 30th (4 days prior to this photo), Sissa met with a little problem. As Will said "I just ran by her and she fell over." Either that version of the story is true or something slightly more sinister happened. Regardless, we ended up in the ER (Mike having become green with sight of blood, Will constantly repeating his version of events, and Sissa surprisingly alright for what her lip looked like). On the third trip five hours later (she had twice pulled out the stitches with her teeth and tongue - and twice been swaddled and held down so they could sew her up) the plastic surgeon managed to put these Frankensteinian stitches in. She either couldn't get them out or decided that the pain and terror of the whole experience warrented leaving them in. She had them in for a week. . . then had them taken out and immediately crashed into a wall that night, spliting her lip (thank God in a different place) again! Arg. We were rather shaky as the blood flowed freely again, but stitches weren't necessary and as Will was with me in the kitchen at the time of the incident, he was not to be blamed. I'm afraid I might have passed on to Siss my genetic tendency to run into walls and trip over air. Shoot.