Happy Birthday, Boys!

What a twelve months it's been.  If anyone had told me back when Colin, tiny, in the NICU, anemic, too weak to drink a bottle:

Would in twelve month be crawling, cruising, eating cupcakes and all sorts of other solid food, and wreaking havoc in our house, I'm not sure I would have believed them.

Or that J.J., who unfairly gets the short end of the bragging stick because he was a comparatively massive four and a half pounds at birth and was, ya know, breathing,

would be drinking bottles on his own, standing unassisted, *this* close to walking, I would have told them they were crazy.

We owe a huge debt of gratitude to our kids' grandparents, without whom I don't think we would have made it through those first two months in the NICU, let alone the rest of the year.   Joan ran carpool so many times I lost count, and my dad and/or Linda babysat Elizabeth nearly every afternoon of January & February so I could spend more time at the hospital with the babies.  We would be lost without them.

What a year.  Bring on toddlerhood!