Holy Aunts and Uncles, Lucy!

These are my siblings. Yes, I have THAT many siblings (13 of us total). Here we are with my parents and new bro in law at my sister's wedding last week. Lucy's going to have a lot of names to learn...on my side of the family alone, she has nine aunts, 11 uncles and 28 cousins.


You know what's really cool? Since the birth of my mother in 1935, Lucy will be the 62nd person to enter our family. And it's incredible that even after all the children who've come into our family over the years, everyone is still excited to meet the newest member of the clan. And yippee, they won't have to wait too much longer!

Not to be outdone on the excited part... the Mac side of the family. On Jeff's side, Lucy has...well, an uncle. Here's Scott!


And here he is with Auntie Pam. What they lack in numbers, they make up for with fun, lots of love and they're geographically desirable--living in CA!



We hope to have some Grandma and Grandpa pics to add when we see them later this month. Until then, enjoy our east coast adventure--in photos.

Holy Aunts and Uncles, Lucy!

These are my siblings. Yes, I have THAT many siblings (13 of us total). Here we are with my parents and new bro in law at my sister's wedding last week. Lucy's going to have a lot of names to learn...on my side of the family alone, she has nine aunts, 11 uncles and 28 cousins.


You know what's really cool? Since the birth of my mother in 1935, Lucy will be the 62nd person to enter our family. And it's incredible that even after all the children who've come into our family over the years, everyone is still excited to meet the newest member of the clan. And yippee, they won't have to wait too much longer!

Not to be outdone on the excited part... the Mac side of the family. On Jeff's side, Lucy has...well, an uncle. Here's Scott!


And here he is with Auntie Pam. What they lack in numbers, they make up for with fun, lots of love and they're geographically desirable--living in CA!



We hope to have some Grandma and Grandpa pics to add when we see them later this month. Until then, enjoy our east coast adventure--in photos.

Holy Aunts and Uncles, Lucy!

These are my siblings. Yes, I have THAT many siblings (13 of us total). Here we are with my parents and new bro in law at my sister's wedding last week. Lucy's going to have a lot of names to learn...on my side of the family alone, she has nine aunts, 11 uncles and 28 cousins.


You know what's really cool? Since the birth of my mother in 1935, Lucy will be the 62nd person to enter our family. And it's incredible that even after all the children who've come into our family over the years, everyone is still excited to meet the newest member of the clan. And yippee, they won't have to wait too much longer!

Not to be outdone on the excited part... the Mac side of the family. On Jeff's side, Lucy has...well, an uncle. Here's Scott!


And here he is with Auntie Pam. What they lack in numbers, they make up for with fun, lots of love and they're geographically desirable--living in CA!



We hope to have some Grandma and Grandpa pics to add when we see them later this month. Until then, enjoy our east coast adventure--in photos.

Cousins, Cousins and More Cousins!

Did you know that Lucy will have 28 cousins when she joins our family? She definitely won't be lacking in attention there. They range from late 20's to 4-years-old... we can't wait for her to meet them all! When I was 18, my sister Ellen gave birth to her first child and I was SO excited to meet her. Now, here she is with the very first Taiwan Lucy cousin guest post... (click on the pic to see it larger)

Cousins, Cousins and More Cousins!

Did you know that Lucy will have 28 cousins when she joins our family? She definitely won't be lacking in attention there. They range from late 20's to 4-years-old... we can't wait for her to meet them all! When I was 18, my sister Ellen gave birth to her first child and I was SO excited to meet her. Now, here she is with the very first Taiwan Lucy cousin guest post... (click on the pic to see it larger)

Cousins, Cousins and More Cousins!

Did you know that Lucy will have 28 cousins when she joins our family? She definitely won't be lacking in attention there. They range from late 20's to 4-years-old... we can't wait for her to meet them all! When I was 18, my sister Ellen gave birth to her first child and I was SO excited to meet her. Now, here she is with the very first Taiwan Lucy cousin guest post... (click on the pic to see it larger)

Nine - One - One Weekend I'd Like to Forget

As I've written before, we discovered last fall that B has allergy-induced asthma. We had to give him breathing treatments Thursday night/Friday a.m.—nothing we haven't done before.

When the doctor's office opened, I was on the phone to get him in just to make sure everything was OK. In fact, we were so not worried, that I took J to school while Jeff took B to the doctor and I was going to meet him there in a few minutes. (we usually have to wait 30-60 minutes to be seen—which is a whole other post)

When I got there, B was not only in a room but already being treated. He had gotten sick in the waiting room and I was told, he was very pale and his lips were a shade of blue. What I thought would be a typical office visit suddenly became an emergency.

Jeff and I were told B was in "respiratory distress." They had called an ambulance and he needed to be admitted into the hospital. Our local hospital doesn't have a pediatric ward so we needed to go 30 miles to another one. In the meantime, they didn't think he was in a good position to be in the ambulance that long so we needed to stop at the local hospital's ER to stabilize him.

So off I went in a squealing ambulance with my little man. He was so scared, I'll never forget the look on his little face. Although, as we weaved in and out of traffic with the siren going, I heard a very tiny "woo hoo" come from his mouth and for just a moment, his eyes looked at me like, "whoah Mom, this is cool."

He was admitted and we spent the next 24 hours watching his oxygen levels go up and down—machines that beeped like crazy every time we fell asleep and his deep breathing would make the levels drop—finally getting to a place we can treat him at home. Thankfully he can't read this, but there was a nurse or two* (who were less than helpful) that I'm not all that upset were the target of a B-man tantrum—that kid can kick!

Here he is (via camera phone).


And, in case you're worried about him. Here he is within an hour of being home. His brother fell asleep and he's taunting him! (I only let it happen long enough to snap a pic—bad mom)


All-in-all, an exciting weekend I'd like to never repeat. And we thought we'd just be going to see the Wiggles. Oh well.

*note to nurse: if you don't want to be called "chunky" yourself, may I suggest you not call my sick son that. It's not cool to tease anyone at any age.

Nine - One - One Weekend I'd Like to Forget

As I've written before, we discovered last fall that B has allergy-induced asthma. We had to give him breathing treatments Thursday night/Friday a.m.—nothing we haven't done before.

When the doctor's office opened, I was on the phone to get him in just to make sure everything was OK. In fact, we were so not worried, that I took J to school while Jeff took B to the doctor and I was going to meet him there in a few minutes. (we usually have to wait 30-60 minutes to be seen—which is a whole other post)

When I got there, B was not only in a room but already being treated. He had gotten sick in the waiting room and I was told, he was very pale and his lips were a shade of blue. What I thought would be a typical office visit suddenly became an emergency.

Jeff and I were told B was in "respiratory distress." They had called an ambulance and he needed to be admitted into the hospital. Our local hospital doesn't have a pediatric ward so we needed to go 30 miles to another one. In the meantime, they didn't think he was in a good position to be in the ambulance that long so we needed to stop at the local hospital's ER to stabilize him.

So off I went in a squealing ambulance with my little man. He was so scared, I'll never forget the look on his little face. Although, as we weaved in and out of traffic with the siren going, I heard a very tiny "woo hoo" come from his mouth and for just a moment, his eyes looked at me like, "whoah Mom, this is cool."

He was admitted and we spent the next 24 hours watching his oxygen levels go up and down—machines that beeped like crazy every time we fell asleep and his deep breathing would make the levels drop—finally getting to a place we can treat him at home. Thankfully he can't read this, but there was a nurse or two* (who were less than helpful) that I'm not all that upset were the target of a B-man tantrum—that kid can kick!

Here he is (via camera phone).


And, in case you're worried about him. Here he is within an hour of being home. His brother fell asleep and he's taunting him! (I only let it happen long enough to snap a pic—bad mom)


All-in-all, an exciting weekend I'd like to never repeat. And we thought we'd just be going to see the Wiggles. Oh well.

*note to nurse: if you don't want to be called "chunky" yourself, may I suggest you not call my sick son that. It's not cool to tease anyone at any age.

Nine - One - One Weekend I'd Like to Forget

As I've written before, we discovered last fall that B has allergy-induced asthma. We had to give him breathing treatments Thursday night/Friday a.m.?nothing we haven't done before.

When the doctor's office opened, I was on the phone to get him in just to make sure everything was OK. In fact, we were so not worried, that I took J to school while Jeff took B to the doctor and I was going to meet him there in a few minutes. (we usually have to wait 30-60 minutes to be seen?which is a whole other post)

When I got there, B was not only in a room but already being treated. He had gotten sick in the waiting room and I was told, he was very pale and his lips were a shade of blue. What I thought would be a typical office visit suddenly became an emergency.

Jeff and I were told B was in "respiratory distress." They had called an ambulance and he needed to be admitted into the hospital. Our local hospital doesn't have a pediatric ward so we needed to go 30 miles to another one. In the meantime, they didn't think he was in a good position to be in the ambulance that long so we needed to stop at the local hospital's ER to stabilize him.

So off I went in a squealing ambulance with my little man. He was so scared, I'll never forget the look on his little face. Although, as we weaved in and out of traffic with the siren going, I heard a very tiny "woo hoo" come from his mouth and for just a moment, his eyes looked at me like, "whoah Mom, this is cool."

He was admitted and we spent the next 24 hours watching his oxygen levels go up and down?machines that beeped like crazy every time we fell asleep and his deep breathing would make the levels drop?finally getting to a place we can treat him at home. Thankfully he can't read this, but there was a nurse or two* (who were less than helpful) that I'm not all that upset were the target of a B-man tantrum?that kid can kick!

Here he is (via camera phone).


And, in case you're worried about him. Here he is within an hour of being home. His brother fell asleep and he's taunting him! (I only let it happen long enough to snap a pic?bad mom)


All-in-all, an exciting weekend I'd like to never repeat. And we thought we'd just be going to see the Wiggles. Oh well.

*note to nurse: if you don't want to be called "chunky" yourself, may I suggest you not call my sick son that. It's not cool to tease anyone at any age.

Don't Tell Him He's Not Asian

J is two months shy of his 4th birthday and has recently started taking classes in Mandarin. He's doing so well—he actually walked out of class last week (lesson 2) counting to 10. He's learned hi, bye, thank you, some animals & colors—he even sings a few songs in Chinese. It's the perfect time to take classes—at this age, they really nail the pronounciation. It amazes me. (of course the minute I turn the camera on, all interest in performing quickly goes out the window)
This photo is so perfect in showcasing J's personality. He really has a good sense of who he is and has started experimenting with his own "style." He'll seriously put on this outdoor vest and hat over his pajamas and hit the sack. I love that he wants what we wants and doesn't care what anyone thinks—I hope that continues.

Don't Tell Him He's Not Asian

J is two months shy of his 4th birthday and has recently started taking classes in Mandarin. He's doing so well—he actually walked out of class last week (lesson 2) counting to 10. He's learned hi, bye, thank you, some animals & colors—he even sings a few songs in Chinese. It's the perfect time to take classes—at this age, they really nail the pronounciation. It amazes me. (of course the minute I turn the camera on, all interest in performing quickly goes out the window)
This photo is so perfect in showcasing J's personality. He really has a good sense of who he is and has started experimenting with his own "style." He'll seriously put on this outdoor vest and hat over his pajamas and hit the sack. I love that he wants what we wants and doesn't care what anyone thinks—I hope that continues.

Don't Tell Him He's Not Asian

J is two months shy of his 4th birthday and has recently started taking classes in Mandarin. He's doing so well?he actually walked out of class last week (lesson 2) counting to 10. He's learned hi, bye, thank you, some animals & colors?he even sings a few songs in Chinese. It's the perfect time to take classes?at this age, they really nail the pronounciation. It amazes me. (of course the minute I turn the camera on, all interest in performing quickly goes out the window)
This photo is so perfect in showcasing J's personality. He really has a good sense of who he is and has started experimenting with his own "style." He'll seriously put on this outdoor vest and hat over his pajamas and hit the sack. I love that he wants what we wants and doesn't care what anyone thinks?I hope that continues.

Just Because...

We are lucky to have so many photos of Lucy since we first saw her face. So instead of making you scroll back down—I've provided you with a little slide show. It's even more enjoyable if you click on Song for Lucy on the right and watch with a little musical accompaniment.

Song for Lucy: The Video will make it's debut very soon!

Just Because...

We are lucky to have so many photos of Lucy since we first saw her face. So instead of making you scroll back down—I've provided you with a little slide show. It's even more enjoyable if you click on Song for Lucy on the right and watch with a little musical accompaniment.

Song for Lucy: The Video will make it's debut very soon!

Just Because...

We are lucky to have so many photos of Lucy since we first saw her face. So instead of making you scroll back down?I've provided you with a little slide show. It's even more enjoyable if you click on Song for Lucy on the right and watch with a little musical accompaniment.

Song for Lucy: The Video will make it's debut very soon!

B-Man 2.5

Our soon-to-be middle child has hit the terrific twos halfway mark. I have to say, 2 1/2 is one of my all-time favorite ages. In the past week, he's started talking more and more, cracking us up constantly. Today, I was doing something random and I hear his little voice say, "good dob, mommeeeee."

I just want to freeze him like this.

B-Man 2.5

Our soon-to-be middle child has hit the terrific twos halfway mark. I have to say, 2 1/2 is one of my all-time favorite ages. In the past week, he's started talking more and more, cracking us up constantly. Today, I was doing something random and I hear his little voice say, "good dob, mommeeeee."

I just want to freeze him like this.

B-Man 2.5

Our soon-to-be middle child has hit the terrific twos halfway mark. I have to say, 2 1/2 is one of my all-time favorite ages. In the past week, he's started talking more and more, cracking us up constantly. Today, I was doing something random and I hear his little voice say, "good dob, mommeeeee."

I just want to freeze him like this.

Easter in Pictures

We had fun decorating an egg-stra special one for Lucy.
Her basket awaits her arrival...

Unsuspecting brothers...
Cool bunny dude.

What the???
Oh, it's OK—he's cool!

I just run and grab the eggs?

Nice job, bro—give me some love.



Mom & Auntie Pam

Grandma & Papa

A moment with Uncle Scott
That was a nice brunch, Dad...

Another egg hunt at home with our pals!