Bike Week...Week 12

Matthew's week 12 was deemed "Bike Week".  While I swear that #3 is growing up 3 times faster than the others, the bike accolades actually aren't his quite yet, but are attributed to Andrew.  All of Michael's hard work with him paid off for them both.  The training wheels came off and Andrew zoomed down the street.  This has been repeated no fewer than 100 times since!  From our driveway, they race down the street to the T-bone, turn around, work on pedalling up hill, and do it all over again.   Andrew also swam half the length of the pool unassisted which, according to his coach's mother, thoroughly impressed his coach.  We LOVE Miss Corie and she is making tremendous strides with him.

In other news, Margaret got yet another bang-butchering.  I refuse to understand why no one can get them a reasonable length!  But I quickly got over that and moved on to my elation (and confusing sadness) that Matthew is now sleeping through the night.  On the brink of 12 weeks, he blessed me one night.  He was up the next several nights, and then blessed me again.  After that, it was all over for us.  Only one night did I have to let him cry.  Less than 15 minutes (feeling like a heart-wrenching 15 hours) and the mid-night feeding was history.  Clearly still hormonal, it brought tears to my eyes to move the blanket I had draped over my bear shoulders at all hours of the night back to its proper home in the living room.  I miss my Little Man.  Our special, quiet time is now reduced to our 10pm feeding.  I need to remember that this is actually good...for both of us.   

A little too interested in smiling at 4am and a little too uninterested in eating, I realized this would be our last middle of the night rendez-vous. 
Why am I so sad?

"It takes a Village Tribe!" Love it!  Many thanks to the McGoverns next door.

Family Fun Run at FPCP.  Ready to run!

Apparently only a blue flower tatoo would do. 

...but then we needed a bubble fun to play with...naturally. 

 Margaret working on her balance bike.

 

Not a bad run.

 

Have to admit, we barely missed Margaret a couple of times that first day!