The Little Professor

I'll explain later. 

Miss You MawMaw

In mid March we unexpectedly lost our sweet MawMaw to a rare type of brain cancer.  This has been very hard for our family.  Jackson has asked lots of questions that are hard to answer.  We miss her so much and think of her constantly. We know how much she would have enjoyed seeing the kids grow up.  I guess that we should feel fortunate that this terrible disease did not take her away from us before Hank was born.  If this had happened a year ago, she would have never seen Hank.  It's hard to think about how much joy these babies brought into her life -- we wanted her to have so many more wonderful years with us.   

Walkin and Talkin

Wow, where did all the time go?  The countdown to Hank's first birthday, easter, the beginning of the summer, the end of the summer---would seem like a century, right?  Wrong.  The time is flying by and I feel like we are getting caught up in the day-to-day of it all to stop and  smell the roses.  Hank turned 1 on March 1.  He started walking shortly after.  Meanwhile, Jackson continued to turn into a big boy--attending mother's day out---behaving perfectly during his haircuts--helping with baby and things around the house--doing things that seemed so out of reach just 5 months ago. 

 We accidentlly missed the easter egg hunt that was held in our neighborhood.  Mommy got the time wrong by 30 minutes.  Since it takes an act of God to get out of the house with everyone in tact, that became more a feat that one would think.  The babies didn't notice, but Jackson is very "with it" now so I could never pull off a mistake like that again.  They were able to get rocket icee pops and see the easter bunny though.  A sweet friend of ours gave us some of the easter eggs from his basket.  (Thanks Erin--I owe you one). 
 After Hank started to walk---he started to run----I wish I had eight arms and legs.  That way I would have a chance to keep up with both of them at the same time. 
 Hank has decided that he can deliver orders to everyone in the house--never obey requests to do anything--ever---and hit, throw, and scream/fit pitch.  He is a live wire and in that phase where he will completely lose control over himself if you take something away from him.  He is very interested in dangerous items and expensive items.  Cords to lamps, wall outlets, knives, and glass are among his greatest interests.  Chokable items, nonedibles, heavy things, cell phones, monitors and remote controls make his eyes light up in a way that nothing else can.  Can we say exhausting?