Some random updates on our lives

Alexander...
earned enough good reports from preschool that he "won" a Wii bowling session with Daddy, which turned into a Wii bowling, golf, baseball, and tennis session. Good job, Buddy!

is borderline for needing glasses. He tested 20/30 at the pediatric opthamologist, and charmed the socks off everyone while we were there. I really wonder how he can be so darn charming sometimes and such T-R-O-U-B-L-E other times! But, given his young age, they are going to hold off for now on giving him glasses and retest him in 6 months. He will likely need glasses at some point in the next two years.

Jack...
is no long afraid of toilets that we don't own. He has done his business at Grandma's, Best Buy, Kaiser, and KFC. Yay, Jack!

likes his new speech therapist and was uncharacteristically cooperative for her at their first meeting. He refuses to repeat some of the successes he had with her for me. Stubborn little cutie.

is signed up for a "getting ready for preschool" class, once per week for 6 weeks, starting in April. Apron strings are not being cut, but are perhaps stretching a bit.

occasionally sleeps in his own bed until as "late" as 5:30AM. Occasionally.

Kai...
is growing and thriving perfectly. He is starting to measure about 2 weeks ahead of where an average-sized baby would be, which puts him right on track to compete with his brothers. His most likely delivery date at this point is April 13th, but we won't know until about a week beforehand.

Mommy... is growing, too. A little too much. People are beginning to seem surprised when they hear that my due date is not next week.

Daddy...
is a handsome and wonderful provider, husband, and father. He does it all, setting Jack up with juice and bagels when I send him down at 6:30AM so that I can laze in my bed for a while longer before getting up, spends all day at work, does dishes, trash, cleans up toys, plays with the boys, puts Alexander (and sometimes Jack) to bed, irons his clothes, packs his lunch, doesn't complain if I serve cereal for dinner (but refuses to eat fish), does grocery runs for Fritos, massages (okay, punches) the cramps out of my feet, and brings me Tums! Some days he could do ALL of those things in one day!

And how might YOU be doing?