Spring

After The Sickness, the Groundhog told us Spring was coming.  And he didn't lie!

Fischer's teeth have started popping up.  As soon as one comes through, another starts it's journey to the surface.  He really likes teething, and so do I.
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One of his favorite activities.
I've decided most of his favorite pastimes include being bent on destruction or ending his life. 

We also had attack of the slugs.  We go outside and once we come back in we inevitably find a stow away or 15 on our shoes, socks, pants, coats, hair, you name it.  This is one that was found on Tessa's foot, inside of tights!

We had a beautifully, sunny day with no school and headed on an adventure to Portland with our Besties.  First stop, Grilled Cheese Grill.  Yumm-O!

This is The Hunter: cheese, fried egg, bacon, and ham.  I will be sad when I stop nursing, and can't eat anything I want :(

Next stop, Oregon Zoo.

  This was our second time to this zoo, because we went for Zoo Lights a couple days before Christmas.  2nd time was better.  We all really enjoyed it.  Plenty of animals, you could see them well, and not too much hiking all over the place. 

Everyone's favorite parts were as follows:  Mom loved Lily the new baby elephant, Emory liked both kinds of bears, Tessa loved the giraffes, and Fischer was over the moon about... Fish!  (No pictures of the giraffes because there was some massive Spring Fever going on and I had nightmares about the "things" I saw going on in that enclosure.)

There was no shortage of photo ops.

Spring is definitely in the air, but that usually means at least 8 more weeks of rain for us.

Lastly, Emory lost her other front tooth.  You know the teeth falling out thing is getting less cool when she comes home from school, opens her mouth and says, "Yank it out," and I do, while I'm talking on the phone and cooking dinner.  What a cutie!

January

The New Year wasn't to exciting.  Life like normal.  

Hanging out, taking pictures of children fighting over wet wipes.

I turned Thirty Years Old in January.  It was a pretty Epic Birthday.  The day of was pretty chill, we hung out, went to try the "Secret Menu" at Jamba Juice with pals, had sushi, opened an awesome package from my family (mom;) and blew out a lot of candles. 

Before.

During.  

 My kids cover their mouths so they won't be tempted to blow out someone elses' candles.  Either that or they're afraid their mother's face might explode?

That weekend my friends took me out for bowling and dinner 80's style and once we got home... Surprise!  Cory, with the help of my friends, put on an 80's Surprise Party and it was totally rad!  We had throw-back snacks, a magnificent cake, played 80's Scene It and Rock Band-ed the night away.  It was a blast, thanks Cory and friends!

Polaroids of the Party goers.

We're totally starting a band. 

I don't even know this guy.

 Emory was student of the month in January.  Here is her twin, Memory.

 If we can't find Fischer, he's in the bathroom, trying to figure out how to get in the tub.

  Then if he sees me, he's trying to figure out how to get into my arms and shirt.

Not long after the birthday celebrating, we were struck with The Plague.  Within 24 hours we had 3 down, and by the end, Cory (flu shot) was the only one who survived unscathed.  I almost drove myself to the hospital during one of the bad days because I couldn't take care of myself or my babies.  Cory came home and was like, "When is the last time you changed and fed Fischer?", and I literally could not remember.  At that point he realized how sick I was and, miraculously, got his schedule rearranged so he could stay home to make sure we didn't die, which we all felt like doing.

Tessa feeling better.

Emory not feeling better.

Better.

Not Better.