Blogging isn't holding my interest lately, so I'm not promising more than this for March. But thank you for your love and concern for JO. He is feeling much better. In a few hours he can say that he's been home from the hospital for exactly one week. JO took his last dose of antibiotics this morning and tossed the empty bottle into the garbage with a "YES!" before heading out the door to school.
Well, I knew it would happen eventually, but I thought it would happen in middle school. Is fourth grade the new middle school? RO spends a lot of time combing his hair and looking in the mirror. Up until a few weeks ago he never wanted to get a hair cut, but now he has a faux-hawk (but not for church). ~I interrupt this paragraph about faux-hawks to bring you some cuteness. CO is dancing around the house singing "Mah moo moo moo mee, let's call the whole thing off, laaaaah dee dee dee da dah."~ Okay, where was I? When RO was a baby his hair grew in as a perfect mohawk. His baby mohawk was in full swing when Mrs. Kammerer told the Kahuku football team "If you beat St. Louis, you can shave my head into a mohawk." And Ben's students asked us if RO's mohawk was part of the celebration. This is where digitizing my old photos would have come in handy. He was a chubby one, that RO. Too bad babies grow out of super-adorable stage while their parents are too sleep deprived to properly enjoy it.
