I asked them to quit it, but they refuse. My monkeys insist on growing up. They are now {gasp} three years old. I don’t know how or when it happened, but really, three years flew by in a blink of an eye.
Last year on this day, I posted the very beginnings and showed their very first pictures. I won’t post the same photos again. I spent some time last night digging through the pictures archive and walked down memory lane. I saw pictures from the seemingly endless week in the NICU wondering when my precious magic monkeys would come home…
(tiny little Kat is on the left and Alex is the one with the cool shades…I tried to find the pictures with the fewest tubes and wires as they were a bit unnerving)
.. but they finally did, one week later. Back then they were so small that they would both fith neatly on my lap, like in this photo.
How very much they have changed.
Today was their first school field trip. They took the whole school (minus the babies and toddlers as the school goes from 6 weeks to 6 years) on two big yellow school buses up to a local farm. This marked their first trip on a school bus and was almost as exciting as the farm for them.
At the farm, we went on a hay ride…
…followed by some pumpkin picking (left the camera on the tractor so no shots of that – sorry and the remaining pictures aren’t just of my kids. I can’t make the decision for others to show or not show their kids. Discretion is the better part of valor and all that.), a hay maze, homemade donuts and cider and then another bus ride back to the school. There were some pretty tired kids when we all got back.
We took two of those tired kids out to a Power Squadron Pasta dinner meeting this evening. The monkeys are the unofficial mascots of this squadron and go to a number of their functions. Tonight was no exception. We had birthday cake and 45 people sang happy birthday to my sweeties.
Happy birthday my babies. I love you dearly and hope you had a very special day.
