Tonight I am even more thankful than normal for my healthy, happy babies. Even if one of those babies is actually a two-year-old tornado. He is a sweetheart of a tornado though and just ran in from the next room, said “I miss you Mommy” and gave me a huge hug. He also blatantly wiped his nose on my shirt during the hug – but I don’t mind.

Adam had a minor surgical procedure today.  I won’t go in to details here, but he handled it like a champ and really was amazing. Several of the nurses commented on how well-behaved he was and how they wished all their patients were as easy to work with. He charmed them all by singing an impromptu concert and telling them all about Luke (leaving out the “and” of course, as is his way, and letting them know that “PapaLuke home”).

He really only had two complaints about today’s visit to the hospital. He didn’t like the tag in the back of the gown (“Cut out please Mommy”) and really didn’t like the IV that was in his hand when he woke. He had a small fit when it was time to go home; he wanted to stay and watch cartoons. I was more than ready to leave though. Even though we’d been there less than five hours, I couldn’t wait to take my little guy home.

We’ve been doing a lot of snuggling, sleeping, and probably a bit more spoiling than necessary, but he’s earned it. Hopefully we’ll have more of the same tomorrow. Convincing a two-year-old tornado to “take it easy” is a pretty impossible task, but I’ll do my best.

Thanks to everyone that was praying for Adam today. Even though it was a simple procedure I was still a nervous wreck this morning and am glad to have it behind us. Thank you especially to my Dad for coming out last night and spending the night so he could hang out with Luke this morning. I am guessing that being there for your “babies” isn’t something that changes with age, whether your baby is 2 or 32 and it meant a lot to me to know that he was here holding down the fort.

The boys and I have really been enjoying these last two days of gorgeous weather. Yesterday when we got home from the YMCA we played outside until lunch was ready. Adam started out on his tricycle. He hasn’t quite figured out how to work the pedals yet and it probably didn’t help that his fireman boots were on the wrong feet.

Then we moved on to the chalk. He asked me to write his name and then surprised me by “tracing” the letters so that he could write too.

Ah-may write too-oo!!

When he was done with his name he asked for Luke’s name.

And then requested I write Mommy and Daddy as well.

By the time Adam was done with his artwork it was time for lunch and then naps for the boys. After Adam woke up he and I went back out to the driveway to kick a soccer ball around for a while and wait for Luke to wake up. Once the Duke was done sleeping we took him for a dinner cruise around the neighborhood.

Adam had a great time riding around in the wagon and kept tickling Luke’s feet to make him laugh.

I am so incredibly thankful for those happy little boys.

Rather than staying home and handing out candy here or taking the boys door to door, we spent last night at a Halloween party with friends of ours. After talking with one of our neighbors this afternoon, I’m glad we didn’t try to hand out candy. Apparently our neighborhood is known as the best one for handing out candy and there are tons of kids each year. She said even when it is cold and snowing or raining on Halloween she’ll go through 300 pieces of candy. That is nuts. I’m not surprised by it too much though. There were tons of cars when we left last night and they were parked all up and down both sides of the main road leading in to our development. Our neighbor even said she saw kids arriving via taxi. Crazy.

The party was a lot of fun and we all had a great time. Adam had a blast running around with all the other little kids and was most excited about the fact that Miss Shawnteé made cupcakes (I love cupcakes Mommy!). Dave and I were the only people that weren’t in costume – I know – lame. I’ve already got possibilities in mind for next year though (thinking about it this far in advance might make me even more lame, but that’s okay).

I tried three times to get a nice picture of Dave and the boys. In one of the three pictures I had one person (Dave) looking at me. In that same picture Luke is looking at the floor and Adam is yelling that he wants to get down. So here you go, Adam is still trying to break free and I have no idea what any of them are looking at.

We did have one of our friends take a picture of the four of us. He also tried three times, but had slightly better results.

Those squirmy kids of mine sure don’t make it easy on their picture loving mama.

I tried many, many times to get a picture of the two boys together.

Maybe next year?