Andy is 3

My beautiful, bossy, darling baby is 3! I can't think of him as a baby anymore. I was remembering his birth, the complications after and the fear of never getting to know him and he's fabulous!, bringing him home from the hospital with his bili-box and so worried he wouldn't feel loved because we couldn't hold him, he had to stay in his box. And that on Christmas Day, we felt if they weren't so worried we had to take him out for another daily blood screening, he could stay box free! And finally, we had the pleasure of holding our sweet Andrew as long as we wanted, as long as he needed.

Today will fly by in a series of events -- cleaning the minivan, cleaning the kitchen, vaccuuming; packing the car with blankets, coats, gloves, mittens, snacks, drinks, etc; attending the 1st grade play in which Alex one of 75 stars; changing in great speed to long johns and jammies, piling in the car and going to Heber Valley for the POLAR EXPRESS. Andy's not totally sure about it and excited none the less. Alex said that even though he knows the guy on the train isn't the REAL Santa Claus, he still wants to go and have fun!

In other news, our washing machine is broken and though we bought the extended warranty to keep it in good repair, they won't be out until Friday. Home Depot's Extended Warranty call center exists in some other country where the reps don't understand most english and couldn't care less about you or your problem. I'm going to consider all future appliance purchases at other retailers.

Happy Wednesday,
Kathryn

PS Thanks to all who wished Mark a happy birthday. Although he some how found out I organized it, he was still very happy to have so many well wishes.