Sick of Being Sick!

Remember how Owen turned 3 a long time ago? Well, he did. And it was awesome. Except for the part about him being SICK. If there ever were a kid who shouldn't have to be sick on his birthday, it was Owen. He is OBSESSED with all things birthday. One of his favorite "rewards" is watching the Elmo's World episode on birthdays. Every day before tucking him in for his nap (yes! he still naps!!!) I have to tell him a story about Elmo having a birthday and we sing the Happy Birthday song and blow out the pretend candles. We've been doing this daily for MONTHS. And since his birthday is at the end of the our family birthday showdown, he had to wait and wait through a lot of other birthdays to get to his. And of course he woke up on his birthday with a fever. It was sad. But we made the best of it and still had fun, even if his cousins couldn't come to celebrate. 

Helping me make his cake. He loves "chocrate" almost
as much as his mom!

 Since he is obsessed with all things Sesame Street and all things cookies, it wasn't too hard to figure out that a Cookie Monster cake would more than make his day. It was worth staying up until midnight working on it to see the look on his face. He was STOKED.

Playing with a train from Grandma Great.

Looking at his "Olaf book" from favorite aunt Lisa.

The messy aftermath.

This is what I find Savannah doing all.the.time. Clean, folded clothes and dishes just put in the dishwasher are her specialty. Why do I clean at all? 

BOOKS! This girl is OBSESSED. I get that her obsession should be a good thing. But when she whines and begs all.day.long for me to read her books, it can get tricky. But as a fellow book-lover I can't get too annoyed. :)

A semi-impromptu family night about Noah. We're ghetto, but we have fun.

She LOVES shoes. Except when I make her try on her dad's
giant snow boots. I don't blame her.

We had a couple weeks of lovely spring weather and discovered that Savannah's happy place is at the park. This girl has no fear and begs to go down any and every slide over and over and over. And she would let me push her in the swing for hours.

 Owen thinks he can turn 3 and grow up on me! I came into the kitchen one Saturday morning to find he had poured himself a bowl of cereal and there wasn't even a mess! I'm pretty sure it was his first attempt, so I was impressed, then I was sad that he's growing up and doesn't need me anymore. (Ok, I wasn't THAT dramatic about it. Promise.)

I don't want to be one of "those" people who dedicates an entire post to our winter ailments. So let's just say that between the 4 of us we have only had a few rare days of health in the house. Seriously. Cold upon cold upon stomach flu upon cold (and throw in a few new molars and you've got a recipe for a really LONG winter). Next year we will put the kids in a sanitized bubble before we go anywhere.