H's Photo Shoots

Last month I finally got a three-year-old photoshoot with Hannah, thanks to a friend lending me her camera.  (Thanks, JW!)  I'm sure you got the better of them via email--well, except the first most recent one I'm including now.  It needed a little cropping....

I thought it'd be fun to pull up pictures from Hannah's photo shoots.  I can't believe how much she's changed (or is it just the fact her hair actually grew in?) in only the past year.  

One Year

The year of getting teeth, walking, running, 

and all the joys and sorrows that comes with them!

Two Years

Talking, drawing, and getting real hair--

not to forget her obsession with babies, 

which I swear HAS GOT to be worse than my own!!

Whatta full year!

Okay, so this wasn't really a photo shoot, 

but I just happened to come across it and thought it was cute.

She was excited about a book she had just received from Gr-ma C. :)

Three Years

There's her little imp-ish grin!

Cheese!

I wonder what this year's main excitements will be.  Okay, so I know preschool is one of them!  She LOVES preschool and LOVED even just the idea of going to school before we started up our little preschool.  It was hard to convince her that it was okay for her to have preschool at our house, rather than at a real school, and she also shed some tears about not getting to ride a real bus yet as well, poor kid. 

Well, a few weeks ago, H started talking about my next baby being "baby brother".  (No, that's not an announcement, see the comment under "Two Years".)  I guess she's gotten it from friends (or maybe the Berenstain Bears stories?) that she's supposed to have a baby brother.  I'm too embarrassed for her sake to share our conversation about what if she got a baby sister first. . . .  Well, here's hoping the next one is a boy--or that between now and next year H will change her mind on the gender thing!

As for the first Love of my Life, S has just started  his second serious illness of the year.  His first was a strep throat infection that kept him out of work for a week.  He didn't even have a sore throat, but his tonsils were HUGE.  As in I couldn't see the back of his throat they were so huge!  He had rare complications from that infection, though, which was quite exciting.  (Wait, was he the one who passed on that bug to M.M. or ....?  Well, M.M. as of Friday no longer has tonsils to become infected.  Hopefully we weren't the ones who triggered that most recent bout of abcesses!!!  I didn't think about that before.  Oh, my....)  

Now he's got a bug from H-girl.  I'm taking him in tomorrow to have him tested for the flu virus so that if it is the flu, we can get the both of us on anti-viral drugs:  him, for helping him get over his, and me, for helping me avoid getting it as well!  You'd think after all the times I've been coughed on by H since a week ago Saturday (although I must admit she's done quite well there with mouth-covering) I'd be totally exposed/immune to this junk.   However, with how much we've been sick, I'm not going to take my chances. . . .  I sure hope I can find a way to fit taking him in to the doc into my already filled day.   It's honestly a week's full of activities scrunched into one day: 

 - pick up H's antibiotics for her ear infection (honestly, only the first, so we've been doing well there!!!) and dropping them off at the apt before rushing off to 

 - a dentist appt (re-do 2 fillings--do I honestly need to do this, though?  Maybe I can plead husband illness and convince them to put it off for a while??? as well as patch up about four of the twelve teeth that I've ground and chipped to death, which I am quite eager to get taken care of), and then in the afternoon, hopefully 

 - an appt for S, 

 - my dr appt at 4:30, 

 - CSA (Community Supported Agriculture) pick-up by 6 p.m., 

 - (?) pick up filled Rx's at some point, and 

 - we were going to do Mexican at Terrero's to celebrate Cinco de Mayo before I did a disappearing act to attend 

 - a church women's activity.  

I wonder how the day will actually go....