It's been a while...

Man oh man...where has all the time gone? We've been busy around here, but I'm not sure with what exactly. The weather has been a little unpredictable, and our days have been a little altered. Some days we have the heat on, others we have the air on. I never knew that I would say it is cold when the temps dropped to 60. I'm doing my best to keep our blood thick down here, but it is hard. It's been cooooollllllddddd these past few weeks. Off and on cold, hot, cold hot, overcast and grey. Some days we have shorts on, other days we have scarfs, hats and mittens. It's just so hard to predict. Needless to say, we're keeping busy. We still brave the elements, whatever they may present. 2 days ago they had hats on, yesterday they had shorts on. Crazy isn't it?

Onto Prince Matthew. Oh yes, he turned 18 months. You know what that means...a well trip to the doctor. My fantastic event that I long for every time we leave that place. This trip, is well worth documenting. Don't look for stats on this appointment, because I have no clue. I'm just happy I didn't come out of the office covered in vomit. Let me begin....first I'll paint a nice picture of little Innocent Matthew....

Isn't he cute? So...the darling Husband met me in the parking lot so he could take Sam and I could run Matthew in for his appointment. Matthew and I walked in. He was dancing and running around the quiet empty waiting room, until the words, "Matthew Teplin" echoed from the scary lady's mouth who just opened up the door to the ever so scary exam room. That empty quiet waiting room wasn't so quiet anymore....Matthew looked at me, screamed like a alligator was chewing his left eyeball. He was terrified I was going to take him in there with that scary lady who said his name. By the time I went to life him up, he had alligator size tears rolling down his little cheeks.

I'm so over this...as I whip him up and away we go. The nurse walked us into the room and the door closed....still screaming bloody murder. After 10 attempts for him to step on the scale (yes, with all his clothes on) the nurse kindly said, never mind. After 5 failed attempts to MEASURE HIS HEAD, the nurse kindly said, "I'll get it later". After 20 attempts to keep his legs still while she got his measurement and not kick her in the stomach, the nurse kindly said, "we'll recheck before you leave". After 2 attempts to get his temperature (not sure why...after all this was a well visit) the nurse said, "I'll get the doctor".

Those 6 minutes we had to wait for the doc to enter seemed like 6 hours. Matthew, kid you not, screamed horrible terrors in that room. Not even a sucker would shut him up. I even opened the window that specifically says in big RED letters, "DO NOT OPEN UP, ONLY IN EMERGENCY". I felt this was an emergency situation and if I could have, I would have crawled out.

The doc came in, looked at me and said, "what is wrong with him". My response, "he doesn't like you". Matthew is now looking at me, clawing my neck and just totally got sucker all over my shirt saying, " MaMa, OUT, OUT, Yam (sam), Car, out, daddy, out, out out yam.". The doctor did her exam, well not really, but did whatever she did and then asked me, "does he talk?". I kindly said, with a rather calm voice, "Ah, yea, are you listening to what he is saying?" Doctor, "does he put 2 words together?". me, "ARE YOU LISTENING?".

We belted out of there with his shot and we RAN towards the door. Poor daddy was so concerned when we met him back in the parking lot. Sam kindly asked Matthew when we got into the car, "what happened to you Matthew?"...my response, "Sam, next time it's daddy's turn to take Matthew in."
Matthew, 18 months. Around 25 pounds, no idea the rest

Onto Prince Sam. Sam is bursting at the seems with energy. We find it very hard to keep him busy. We can't wait for pre-school this year. He talks almost every day about school and how he will miss me and Matthew, but he knows we shouldn't be sad. I guess this conversation stems from our neighbor Jon who is 10 and loves Sam. Jon always tells Sam about school and the bus! Sam has been busy requesting to play with friends, but is quite concerned when we can't go outside because it is raining or just plain out cold. Trains is kind of fading away. He is now head over heals in love with cars and trucks and crashing and making holes in the wall. When people ask him how old he is, his reply, "6, like Jon". His favorite word is, "because" and his favorite movie is, wait, I forgot, he doesn't like watching movies or TV anymore......

Here is our little grown up man at 3 yrs....going on 20.

Sam at his favorite tree house park! Oh how we love the parks!

That's about all I have to report from here today. Sorry for my lack of efforts on posting as I know I've gotten some emails with concerns. We're looking forward to Valentines Day around here because Santa doesn't come every week like little buddy Sam thinks!