UPDATE

Not too much fancy stuff to report on.  Noa is growing like a weed.  She all of a sudden sprouted from wearing 6-9 month clothes to 12 months.  I cleaned out EVERYTHING they kids have outgrown and have donated it.  I don't know how I had so much stuff in this house.  And I still have too much.  Noa is also getting some teeth.  4 actually.  At once.  That's been fun.  Lots of low grade fevers, fussing, restless nights.  She is a trooper through it all though!  Very happy and mostly calm.  Still out eats everyone in the house.  She also started talking a little bit.  Some people have expressed a little concern about her lack of vocalization.  But not me.  She has an older brother that talks for her, so she doesn't need to.  But, she can tell you what a dog and cat say.  And hilariously, she can tell you what my mom's cat Hoover says; pffffft! (hissing sound).  She can say "O-wa!", for Laura, their babysitter and my savior. 

Branson is still 3.  The horrifically wonderful three's.  He's either happy, laughing, and loving, or he's the opposite.  He is dashingly handsome, and makes me laugh every day.  Nothing can make me feel better than one of his bear hugs.  Even though I have to beg for one sometimes.  He is confident (finally!) in brushing his teeth, getting dressed, and going potty by himself.  Those things were a battle for the longest time.  I was terrified that I would send him to Kindergarten one day and I would still be doing all those things for him, (funny, right?).  He likes to show Noa how things are done.  And two weeks ago he had a little surgery to fix his tongue tie.  Simple 15 minute procedure that was harder on me than anyone.  I sobbed like a baby when he went on his wagon ride to the OR.  Then he screamed like a banshee for 2 hours when he woke up.  But after that you would have never known he had surgery that morning.  He was up jumping on his bed and asking for Popsicles.  The only down side now is that he bites his tongue a lot, trying to get used to the placement of it.

Ryan is still running.  Running running running.  It's time consuming, but so good for him.  I don't know how he does it.  I can't even run a mile, and yet I somehow have this idea that anyone who runs less than a marathon is not a true runner and wimpy.  Did I mention I can't run a mile?  I blame my husband, who runs 2 marathons at once for that. 

Keenan will be here for spring break next month.  I hope we can do something fun with him.  We have been so busy trying to sell the house, and running Branson to and from swimming, and with Ryan's running.  But it seems when Keenan comes we all get a much welcomed break from the normal chaos of our lives.  I'm sure I will have lot's of stories to update you all with regarding him next month! 

I was going to upload a video, but apparently I need a youtube account.  While I figure that out, here are a few recent pics.