Suriviving

Last week I got hit with a nasty cold that is running its course, probably the same cold that knocked the boys out for a week and then hit Kim the week after. I made the mistake of stealing a sip from Kim's Coke on the tail end of her illness and I paid the price. It started with a tickle in the throat, bloomed into full blown fever and achy throat on Wednesday, mild exhaustion on the weekend, and yesterday and today we're out of the woods except for a hoarse throat.

The boys have been doing really well and celebrated their first birthday early with my extended family at Easter dinner on Saturday. Their real birthday is still a couple weeks away. They were quite take aback by all the people for the afternoon but warmed up after dinner and were a couple laughing playing hams by the end of the evening.

They are both crawling on hands and knees now and get all over the place, and even play together in a sort of manner. I can see that mom-mom and da-dad are going to be less needed as they get the hang of not hurting each other ("Lukas, stop pulling your brother's hair, that hurts!").